Paper Prision
Rotting in a paper prision
Shackled by dirty vanity
Are you my jailer?
Vampire hunger strike
Broken for your crimes
Paste me together
Your thoughts roll like rainwater
Dripping, barrating me
Our condition is dicintegrating
Roaches hold our secrets now
My book of shadows - burning
You warm yourself at the loss of my beliefs
Strip me to the bone
Leave me defenseless
Cut away my lips - permanent smile
Torture me again
Where are the words in this grimore
I'd say the right things for once
I'd know the face behind the flame
Not the masks you wear
When the rain comes they'll fall away
We'll all be one, knowing
So much time wasted
Painting this world comforting
It's not - just drink the turbentine
I'd rather be miserable
Than be blissful by someone else
I'm afraid of being known
Power of subjection
What am I?
You hold me like a crushed butterfly
No longer can I take flight
Will you watch over me
Or leave me to die
Rotting in your
Paper prision
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