She grabbed my arm in anger,
Then lifted up my sleeve...

Tainted black and painted white
Lying stained on the floor...

This room- my trapping,
With nothing so great...

A fire slowly dies
As the world begins to freeze...

My heart knew all along,
What my head would not believe...

Morning awakes the living
As I'm locked up in my cage...

You caught my eye today,
As you quickly passed me by...

Not another tear,
No, not for you...

Don't want to eat
Can't manage to sleep...

This poem is metaphoric. I never really come out...
Long and winding streams of red from saturated...

Consumed in the darkness of a terrible fate
A reoccurring dream that says I'm much too late...

Misconceptions ring about silent ears that lay...
Staring into broken woods, unsure if reality has...