Built around the sound of your voice
Through the bars I yell
But my lips are shut without a choice
Questions rummaging through a subconscious fantasy
You cut off my wings and I can't flee
From black blood running down my neck
Forming shapes in the ashes on the ground
Soaring my eyes with what I don't want back
Until at once, in the blood I drowned
Bars transformed to walls
As I watched the bricks pile up
You didn't hear my calls
Or else you'd have been struck
By the silence of my throat
Where there was heat, there now is cold
As I unfold
My chest, to release my last breath
I'm glad you didn't see the inner death
When stared into my eyes and smiled
Didn't see that I was nothing more
Than a fantasizing child
Who too great a burden bore
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