Frail and feeble bones collapse under pressure
Eyes look out but can no longer see
A heart knocks upon a dried up cage
Would you open it up to sort through the rage?
Jagged and contorted a throat decays under pressure
A mouth bleeds out from the lies and apologizes its swallowed
A heart knocks upon a dried up cage
Would you open it up to sort through the rage?
A tear of jet black brings upon a hundred more
There's a terrible knocking upon the door
And here step into my fragile mind
Take a look to see what you will find
Hardships, betrayals, the treadmarks of trying to hard
And follow them to see where they may lead
A bottomless pit with an end too far to ever reach
A heart knocks upon a dried up cage
Would you open it up to sort through the rage?
Christina
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