Cobwebs heavy in this rusted box
Prying open with broken keys and warped locks
Forcefully bust myself open and release the snakes
I gave you apple and yet it's poison
I suppose it's fair to let you pry and break
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I gave you access to the sea
Watch it lay still and dead
All the fish floating in a half dead state
Fearing the lightning in sunny evenings
Wake me when it all happens
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Why did you start a whirlpool?
This was my content bubble
And you've burned it
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The damned paradise now sitting in flames
Venture on into the forest
Without my cocoon, I walk into the winter
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- Author: The 2 A.M Writer ( Offline)
- Published: October 2nd, 2016 19:00
- Comment from author about the poem: About being forced out of your rut and preparing for what lies ahead.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
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