they fill my eyes
and burn like liquid fire,
while ferocity pounds
down upon my chest
with scolding, balled fists,
as I lay on my dungeon floor
wondering why you lied to me;
this is supposed to be home,
my escape from the void;
you promised me open arms
of greeting and love,
but when I crossed
that threshold,
you gave me rust-covered chains
of despair and misery,
denying my very lungs
air to breathe,
making me realize
what that void really is
to me;
how can you call this fair?
after this is over
see if I ever come home
again...
Comments:
Wow! I love your word choice and descriptions! My favorite is liquid fire! that's great!
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