The Old Stuff

Scared to tell him everything,

Scared to be the one to blame.

�Cause he�s an iron fence around me,

An aquarium encompassing the sea .

Overflowing yet constricting,

Breaking free, let me flee!

But still afraid to walk the ground

Where shattered glass creates a sound.

My tongue is sharp

Like the glass we now tread upon.

Conquering the spike-topped fence,

I spy a forest dank and dense.

A perambulator now in solitude

Yet eerily not alone.

I see a raven, hear an owl

The wolf�s presence known by his howl.

It�s a dreary world alone

In the choking opaque fog

It�s a dreary world without you

My life�s color now a darkened hue.

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