My life has metamorphasized
Into something I no longer recognize
Ther tears that burn behind my eyes
Symbolize
The pain and fear hidden deep inside
When i nt he day my soul sighs
And in the night my heart cries
I remember the me that's long since died
And the me of now that covers her eyes
Choosing to remain blind
Hoping to catch the design
In the nick of time...
I'm consumed by a cacophony of lies
That drag me down like the waves of a high tide.
Yet it's this dungeon in which I choose to reside
My cell.
My cage.
My home.
My life.

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