Sunday, 17 November 2013

Silver lined clouds

You catch me like a habit without a blink
Your claws burning through my skin
Hearing the deafening wind in my sensitive ears
As you take me away to another place
Throw me down to a cracking of concrete
Hearing it break, as you force me to my knees
I am a captive of my own dark thoughts
Hues of reality vanish in a darkened mass
Holding me down, blood stained knees
This mind of mine is an ice cold place
Stealing my mind from the cage I've made
You will never stop, until you see me drop
But I will not succumb to your ice cold grip
I will not surrender to you, my dark mind
I can see the silver lined clouds in the distance
Struggling my way to freedom from your big claws

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