Lying in wait

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?