distant memories cry out to me
i hide and i fight
to try and break free
but a force holds me down
down under, i feel you
pull me underground
i hear you whisper
i dont make a sound
i stand, i stand and i watch the walls
drag my fingernails till they're raw
down your four walls
as the distant memory calls out too me
its the sky above my cage
the cage in my life
my symbol of captivity
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
i hide and i fight
to try and break free
but a force holds me down
down under, i feel you
pull me underground
i hear you whisper
i dont make a sound
i stand, i stand and i watch the walls
drag my fingernails till they're raw
down your four walls
as the distant memory calls out too me
its the sky above my cage
the cage in my life
my symbol of captivity
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
posted by Anonymous at Thursday, April 20, 2006
5 Comments:
your poetry is so lovely. I need to start writing again.
Your words stir such emotion they stir the murky depths of feeling within me.
my depths are very murky so we won't even go there!
you've done it again girl.
writen yet another fine piece. gonna have to steal your PC!
Yes, your getting better all the time. The fingernails line is a stroke of genius!
ouch.
i give in.
you'll only win.
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