Looking back I can see,
just how bad I was.
Now I can hardly breath,
for there is no one I can trust.
I can't share my feelings,
I can't share my pain.
I'm holding the devil's dealings,
only to his gain.
I wish I could escape,
and break free from this place.
But he is never late,
coming to cloth me in lace.
Lace that tightens,
lace that burns.
Will I ever righten,
what he's helped me overturn?
The lace is constricting,
cutting off my air.
But the devil is addicting,
grabbing my by the hair.
He's the only one that knows,
the amount of pain I'm in.
Even if it's because if these cloths,
that have trapped me in a bin.
I can no longer move,
I can no longer think.
I wish I could choose,
for I am on the brink.
Can someone free me from this lace?
I can no longer draw breath.
Please, before it is to late,
just let your arm stretch.
Reach out,
grab my hand,
I'm letting out a shout,
please take me to a better land.
It's almost over.
I'm almost gone.
like a four leaf clover,
I might bloom, but not for long.
©moomla
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