The stench of life in a sea of decay,
A shattered home, rebuilt in lies.
Heartfelt apologies mean nothing now, in this land enveloped in shadow.
Working, ever pushing, wanting freedom, gaining...
-More bars to this cell, erected with anger.
Anguish to the byproduct of times and laughs, once passed.
Not with her.
But with she.
The first.
The better.
Not her.
Dangle the strings, latch them to him.
He's hers now, she holds the operating cross.
Playing his life, like a simple game, taking all, leaving none.
Let them fend, let them deal, they need not be a part.
No one wants to look at the past.
No one wants to look at them.
They don't want to look at her.
They don't want to admit defeat.
In the battle, already fought.
Victory already claimed.
Sweet salvation, impossible to attain.
Wait, hold on, don't give in.
Victory may be lost, but escape, freedom, are not.
Not yet. Not quite.
Follow the path to the city of lights and sound.
Away from the faults and cracks, the anguish of daily life.
Away from the servitude of one enslaved.
Contradictory? Yes.
False? No.
Burning with fire, passion, and rage.
Holding on, revenge a tastly thought.
Hope not yet broken.
Lives not yet conquered.
Move fast! Leap forward young ones!
Take the hand, it'll lead you through.
Follow the signs along the path.
Follow them and find...
-That place of neverending light.
Ever resonating sound.
Where hope and fear become one.
A place for they, who don't belong.
A place for they, slaves to him-her-one in the same.
The sevants of a slave.
To get away, and rest in peace.
Live in harmony, with others like them.
Away from cruelty.
Away from truculent lashes of sharp words off a bitter tongue.
Away from sadness.
Hiding their faces from the happieness of those they should be.
But they aren't are they?
They're different.
But not sorrowful.
Not mourning in dispair.
Not hopeless.
But strong.
Unwilling to yield to the demon hiding in that home.
Unwilling to give in.
They will never surrender.
And in this city, of hopes and dreams seem just in reach.
And evil-the vehement evil of a broken home.
Seems so distant-just out of reach.
Put away beyond the lids of dreaming sleep.
As if a nightmare long forgotten.
That's what it should be,
Yet sadly.
That nightmare-that nightmare is their life.
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