So long it seems,
and quite an age,
that i've been locked,
in life's own cage.
I'm tied to the law,
and bound to my duty,
not free to enjoy,
life and it's beauty.
My face scarred,
with the whips of emotion
and the angel of death bids me
with its calm and devotion.
My life is a book,
with no beginning or end,
my life is a letter
that no one will send.
A road with no signs
no direction or place
A sky with no stars
A child with no face
A deaf man's song,
A blind man's eyes,
A burning heaven,
A clown who cries.
My thoughts are a storm,
and my soul is a boat,
upon my sea of dreams,
It can't stay afloat.
My ambitions are but dust
and i do what i must
but i have no one to trust
to control my deadly lust!
My life's a cage,
of sadness and rage,
a book with one page,
an empty stage.
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