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Trapped inside a jam jar,. Not yet to know my fate,. Only waiting, time will tell,. For it could be too late,. The glass is cold and shiny,. But the air is thick and warm,. Sickly sweet, no oxygen,.
What will I do when I die. The rusty steel chipping at the skin of my crimes.
I'm just a loving fool it seems With no chance of reaching dreams.
A garland of flowers encircle her hair, Sweet smelling, crisp and fair, Awaiting the rescue of her charming prince, From the evil, deceitful dragon's lair. Though she loved him, would he come.
Im stuck in a jail cell without any bars. My nights pitch black; cant see any stars. Im stuck in traffic; but there aint no cars. Drunk in my head; never been to bars.
I'd been sending covert messages from a locale that was neither here nor there Communications begging for aid for myself and all the others within my reach Unsure who they would reach I kept sending...
Who are you. To take all the time. Away from us. And keep us held. Why must you do this. Don't you care. Do you see any good in the world. Or is this all just a game you play. Using us as the pieces.
The small young girl Begins to dance Spinning gracefully Along with a prance. The audience applauds "Encore!" they cry "My pleasure!" she replies Yet it's actually a lie.
Poor girl behind the glass Reflections of her own past Tears falling down porcelain cheeks As she's left plastic to feel weak Who would have thought this her task.
I've been in here for months now, Just stewing, growing, sleeping. Every day is always the same, Just thinking, learning, living. I hope that one day I'll be free To see the outside world.