Hello my friend, have you come to let me out?
These wrought-iron bars were starting to get uncomfortable.
- Three Years-
Hello my friend, welcome back.
Un-lock the door so I can hold you and smile too.
- Three Years-
Hello my friend, why don't you speak?
You just stand there and look at me.
-Three Years-
Hello my friend, enough is enough!
What ever I did to deserve this, it's hardly fair. I want you to pull me out and fill my lungs with air.
- Seven Years-
Please my friend, it's so scary...
The pins in my wings, are starting to rust, the lack of light, it's turning my body slowly to dust.
-Ten -
My eyes, they're so heavy... the end is coming near... if I could only see my friend just once. I wouldn't care if I never left here.
Slowly my neck cranks up. The grey dark is all I see. Then glowing black infront of me I whisper: "Oh...it was just you mirror."
 Sirenas · Sun Oct 19, 2008 @ 12:07am · 0 Comments |
