Friday, January 16, 2015

The Price

All along, I've realized
I've led myself astray
In the chasm where my freedom lies
It's dark and black and grey

It's not a pretty sight, I know
To see all my imperfections
And any light that's here won't glow
Inside the world's infection

The chains I've built around myself
Are made of steel, unbroken
In silence I remain, undelved
And all my thoughts, unspoken.

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