Author: Irony for the Ironic PM
Just something I did instead of studying. Pretty crap in my opinion hahaaRated: Fiction K - English - Words: 148 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-16-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2961484
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I feel their presence on my skin; feel the blood flow within. Hear the roar of distant blast, feel the scrape of broken glass.
The steel is binding forevermore. Trapped in isolation, behind a locked door. To which a key was never made, and that wooden frame will never fade.
Thus is bears some comfort to me, I know I've lost my heart and will never be free; I may be frail and weak, or cunningly bleak, and still I'll be imprisoned, broken, and torn.
To be plagued with forever; tormented with care. I'll watch with weary eyes for the illusion of our world that screams and cries.
And so we must suffer through this life; where kindness is rewarded with cruelty, and people who believe otherwise are deluded altruists.
Hope you enjoyed, just a quick doodle I did instead of studying hehe.