Thursday, 27 March 2014

Home is where the bars are.

I can feel my world getting smaller.
I can feel the walls caving in.
I can hear the past catching up.
I can feel their presence within.

I can see what I am missing.
I can see where I want to be.
I can’t hide the fact that I’m lying
When I say that I am happy.

I can’t say where I will end up.
Or give a reason why I should stay.
It isn’t because of love.
For you no longer whisper my name.

I can feel my world getting darker.
I can see the walls turning grey.
Life will only get harder
Once my demons come out to play.

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