Why is it, the cage never feels like a cage \'till we were set free?
To encompass the fanciful notions of a world free
Freedom is such a blessed word
Not applied to the Bloodbound, who only cause injury
That does nothing for that pounding sensation in the chest
Not to fuel with flutter
Not to make it burst with pride
But the crafted, sleek moisture
Sticking to my lungs
Harder to breathe
The glassy eyes hinder sight
But I don\'t pause
Feel guilt by suspicion
Don\'t breathe too hard
Or else you\'ll break
Remember your place
For when the fire-lit stage that fuels rage is done
They proclaim \"Your sins will be undone by none.\"
But still you ponder
On a wretched night
Still blind to the onslaught of twined mysteries
\"Where do I draw the line?\"
Waiting for the years to pass
When will the time run out?
When I can finally escape?
Sapped of the honor I once held
When can I leave?