Captivity
It was calling him
It was calling him
The syringe,the smoke,
The state of nothingness,
It was all calling him.
Yet he stayed strong,
He stayed joyous,
He stayed calm.
Cause 20 years
Was the time spent,
In the captivity
Of a substance
Foreign to his body,
That transcended him to another world.
And then descended him as quickly
To nothing.
Today he had released himself
Into the world that belonged to him,
That was not loaned or victimized
He stayed joyous,
He stayed calm.
Black and Blue
Beaten
Black and Blue
She stood up,
Just about managing
And Let out a scream
It sent shivers
To whoever could hear
Miles away.
Suddenly,
Just like that,
She made it stop.
The years of torture,
The years of suppression.
She let the bodily pain,
Give her strength
She let her emotional pain,
Give her courage.
She triumphed
And Rose
Like the Phoenix.
Them and Me
He stood looking,
Staring,Growling with Blood in his eyes,
Salivating and grinning,
Like he had found his meatest bone.
And I sat there,
Curled and Crumpled,
Feeling,
Nothing.
No pain,No shock,
Like a storm had blown me away,
Before I could even realise.
Someone was pushing
Theirs into mine,
But I was too struck to protest,
Cause all around me,
The city was burning,
The city was burning.
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