A prison of my own creation
To live out my heart's demise
Shunning and numbing my own emotion
Becoming a fragment of little size
Strong is the lock
And hidden is the keys
How did I trap myself within?
Was it devastation?
Regret?
Sorrow?
Or even Hate?
No it wasn't any of those...
It was Greed
Of wanting
Taking
Not giving
And not sharing
I am my own folly
Falling upon my own sword
Self destructing
Resurrecting
Only to fall again
To the blade of my own bane
For I am imperfect, I'll never give in
I will grab my weapon, I will make a stand
To cut a ray of light and carve a key to free myself
From my Prison in Tainted Shadow
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Eurobeus Cyon's Poetry
This is where I express me. This is not for you to copy and say its your own. I am saying whats inside and not out. I am not masking myself, but uncovering what is inside. This is where I am who I am.
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