Today I'm caged - my wings are clipped,
In a prison of my own creation,
Full with self-made hate and wavering voices,
Of which I have no recollection.
They taunt my scars and shadow me,
Speak in tongues of salty tears,
Yet in a crowd they fall away,
To a whisper in my ears.
They want me to destroy myself,
Demolition from inside my cell,
Where needle points of deep red song,
Match the carvings on my empty shell.
My mind - grown old before it's time,
Leaks secrets of violet hue,
Pulsating through my sodden veins,
Like a thundering dance of hooves.
Where upon these shattered nerves,
Arise from dreamless sleep,
draining colour and bleaching smiles,
To reveal what lies beneath.
On hatred's earth I walk again,
Breathing deep the unclean air,
Step forth and present myself unto,
The swirling well of despair.
Today I'm caged - my wings are clipped,
Thus my soul, no longer can soar,
My feathers are painted with sorrow's tar,
My howling - they've learned to ignore...
