Facing Myself

Sometimes you have to face yourself and your inner demons before you can face yourself.

Obsidian Cage


Black obsidian walls encase

My being, my very soul,

The thing that makes me

Who I am, is caged.

The oppression presses against me,

My punches fail to crack

The stone that blocks out

The light, the hope of life.

Nothing matters in this being,

In this life; the black cage

Is solid and unwavering,

No feelings are felt anymore.

The black cage is the vessel

To transport the damned.

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