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Blood Stained Wings
Trapped within a
Nightmare
That started as a
Pleasant dream
I rattle the bars of my cage,
Hoping for release.
When did my happy home,
Turn into such a painful place?
When did this so-called love,
Turn into firey Hate?
So now I wait,
To awake from my restless
sleep, and hope for a
Better tomorrow,
And fight for a chance
To
Be
Me.
nice
A well hought out piece. I can totally relate. I like how you knew when to stop. Sometimes short and to the point is better than dragging it out. Well done..
TRIZ