With words and cries stuck on your tongue, I make my own world.
But pull the ropes and hoist the colors of my labeled identity.
I crawl through ash and broken glass to mask my own path.
I heard the fall of ancient beasts and lost my clear sight.
And with the mangled hearts of love, I find a way to sift through lies.
As burning flesh is torn from bone, the world turns over to night.
And in the end I'm left alone to walk these haunted hallways.
Twisted fate and cigarette burns mark these weathered walls.
But as I turn to face the door remembering my way out,
I find that there is nothing there but memories in prison.
©2011
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