It’s quite cold… And I’m without…

I compartmentalize well… In the back of my mind.. In a small corner.. I have hanging the remains of…

Caged innocence

And now we understand why the dove cries…

Still tears…

Crystallized…

Frozen in a time… A moment of anguish and anxiety…

A memory cursed to last forever…

Capsulated…

No matter how loud the caged bird sings.. She can’t reconstruct what already was..

So the screeches and moans echo in vein…

She must suffer redundantly…

A fractured consciousness… Breaking persistently… exponentially crashes daily… Weekly… If not from moment to moment…

Nightmare after nightmare… She relives what was… Waking up in a mystique…

Only to realize love don’t live there no more… What’s more scary to think is that it had been gone before she even realized it…

It’s chilling and cold… These walls are bare… stripped.. And hollowed….

In the back of my mind there’s an innocence somewhere… Something that used to roam freely throughout my essence…

But now she withers in confinement…

Cold confinement…

Escaping the malice of the world… Only to die a slow… Cold… Lullaby…