Can't free myself,
I can't get of the reins,
Slapping on my wrist
whenever I pull away,
The sweet things I fell for,
Holds true colours shining bright,
I thought they were jewels,
But never thought they are magnets sharp like a butcher's knife,
and strong like black hole
Stay tuned cause I'll fly away soon...
Open wide I'll break through
your unfaithful grace,
You made me your shadow by showing only light
But the beasts came out when nights rolled in....
©monachikos
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