All the dreams have been lost

There is no more room for them

The big sleep avoids me

Hides its black cage of comfort from me

Loneliness chokes me with its darkness and cruelty

Cages aren't made of iron

They are made of thoughts

And scars

But they were never mine

Peace was never an option

Never an option

Sucking dry the essence of serenity

Injecting anxiety in the unfathomable void digging my belly

Until it floods

Continual nausea

Putrid stench of an existence

That was not mine

The wounds of the genealogical ghost

Still hurt

Don't know why I was born

Cages aren't made of iron

They are made of thoughts

And scars

But they were never mine

Peace was never an option

I am the agonizing

The gasp that precedes the death of another

Like a smell of sulfur that refuses to disappear

When everything is already extinct

I am the agonizing

The gasp that precedes the death of another

Like a smell of sulfur that refuses to disappear

When everything is already extinct

Cages aren't made of iron

They are made of thoughts

And scars

But they were never mine

Peace was never an option

Never an option