Author: sing.play.live PM
How fitting that the prison looks like a dungeonRated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 292 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-01-12 - id: 3046796
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A sanctuary can just as easily be a prison.
When safe and sound just doesn't fit the bill.
Comforting walls will whisper if she listens.
A sanctuary could take away free will.
Though she's very safe inside her castle
The monsters wait outside until she runs.
They know she'll give them no fight and no hassle.
She'll enter full of strength and leave with none.
Inside her walls they all can hear her crying
But since she left the world they've all gone deaf.
Safe inside her sanctuary, dying
Until, for her, the world outside has nothing left.
The place she once adored she now despises
Through bitterness that festers in the dark
But she learned to be complacent, no surprises
The years she spent alone have left their mark.
Growing up alone with just her jailers
It took her several years to learn the truth
The world they made for her was made by tailors
And since that day the world has been aloof.
Sometimes they will grant her little freedoms
Let her go and see the ones she loves
The happiness she bears she can not fathom
Until they take her back with pulls and shoves.
She'll never try to fight or ever tell them
How much she hates the being on her own
Playing by herself was just the roots stem
Now she spends most everyday alone.
A cage disguised as safety still has bars
And bars are rather easy to see through
The jailers never knew or saw to her scars
A prisoner of safety, join the queue.
Terrified and lonely little prisoner
No one there to help her when she fell
She never was a talker, more a listener
Only free when she can here the bells.