PrisonI am trapped. Blinded into building my own prison and tasked with keeping myself there.Prison by Obinice
Fed hints of happiness that never bore fruit, while the absence of other words that should have accompanied slowly hollowed me out.
Days pass, weeks, months, pain. All pain. Waking up every day knowing my destiny is to rot away until I'm too old and empty to ever be loved, never allowed what I need.
Hope forces me onward, like a life support machine keeping a brain-dead victim's corpse from dying. It is my greatest strength and greatest weakness. Hope keeps me alive, and keeps me trapped.
My body may have a future but my heart does not. How cold it, after it has been caged and tortured so.
Love is a prison. Don't believe me? Try to get out.
Current Residence: England|
Favourite style of art: Abstract & Minimalistic
MP3 player of choice: Winamp
Wallpaper of choice: Something simple, or relating to a show I like
Skin of choice: DogmaX2a, Windows Blinds Skin
Personal Quote: Like raindrops on stone, it is not my strength that prevails me, but my persistence.
Do I really matter?
Are my thoughts alive?
If a piece of me dies tonight
Could the rest of me survive?
Do we feel the same way?
Do we love alike?
If I backed down tomorrow
Would you stand up and fight?
Do you understand me?
See the rhythm of my mind?
If you made me wait forever
I know I'd be left behind.
I'm just one lousy person,
One more fish that roams the sea,
A worthless piece of garbage,
That's how the world sees me.
So if you choose to leave me,
To roam the stars with love that's blind,
I'll be forever waiting
Back home with love that's kind.