Internally Caged

There was a broken girl who lived inside a cage, than came an angel with broken wings to set her free. Their hearts flew for a while until his wings began to fail. She scratched at the rocky cliff to pull them out alive, yet with his fading strength he began to give into despair letting himself sink further down. Sometimes he believed he was pulling them up, yet seemed only to drag them deeper in the hole.

After a time the angel began to pretend there was another girl. Through struggle and an undying thirst he began to hallucinate misinterpreting the truth. So as the two fell faster down the hole cut by rocks and stones they both began to pretend pulling further and further away. Pretty soon there was little but a finger holding them together.

In sudden desperation as the bottom came closer the angel’s eyes slowly began to open more clearly. Though the battle he may be fighting wasn’t always clear he had never truly stopped fighting, and tried to decipher illusion from reality. So with the last bit of strength he reached for the rocks cutting his hands causing them to bleed.

The girl has drifted almost out of reach, letting her hand be taken by another angel or so she thought. Coming closer to the bottom where knives and swords pierce the flesh they can only pray to open there eyes, but the angel knows no matter if they hit the bottom he will always see her again. In this life or the next his heart is bound by an invisible chain though he may ignore that tie it always remains. Even in our darkest nights love is their holding on though we may choose to look away or perceive it differently.

Walk with me upon the ground of tortured souls and lost wings. Wade into the darkness and forget your fear with in. Open up the heart that will guide you pure and true. Whatever pain it takes to find the path we seek it’s always worth the wait to find your heart again.

A thousand deaths have filtered through and a thousand souls have made their mark. Each day feels longer than the last and sometimes we’re close yet so far apart. Sometimes the further we are in reality the closer we are inside. Our need and desperation will open our eyes in the time of need.

If this cage cannot be opened let myself climb through these bars and sit with you. If the glass shall shatter let my body shield you from the pain. When my back gives out and my lungs collapse I know you’ll feel it tearing from with in.

So once again we dive through the hall of secret doors to find that hidden key to guide us home. Pushing further with in letting go of fear the body is just a vessel that holds the truth with in: Its walls can be a disguise that hide what we sometimes feel is missing.

You will know my heart and I will find it once again. It’s never too late to try and even the most painful moments are an act of attempt to regain that truth. Every sweetest torment a reason to be alive.


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