Shackles and chains are ment for prison
These four walls became unbreakable bars
Acceptance of duty is to be submissive
Time of freedom fast forwards on clocks
Shingles from the rooftop are caving in
Shivers with shutters as the beast awakens
Fearing the pain and anger it possesses
The feeling of its heart tearing into pieces
Struggling to control its massive discretion
Undertake its needs to have domination
Kneeled down to pummel out the irritation
Forever in torment waiting for its salvation
Gazing down on what seems to be broken
Words are taken and given as unspoken
Indication through darkness to find light
Spirit is so pour to enlighten its blindsight
©deathbear
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