She speaks to me in those words which are black.
Her words have no life.
Does she know what she is saying aloud?
In speaking to me she leaves me emptier than I was before.
Where am I?
Do I really want to be here?
I have no choice with the bonds she applies.
She puts meaning to that which means nothing at all.
And gives purpose to that which can’t rise nor can fall.
It is nothing!
What about laughter what about joy?
She has taught me nothing of this.
Where is the color, where is the hope in this life?
So why do I listen?
Is it because I must, but who is making me?
What can break these bonds, what can free my soul?
But I will continue to come and be subjected to this pain
I will conquer the day and in submission I will be victorious.
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