& the feeling of black, black rage.
locked in a cardboard cage.
weak & fallen,
things, that once were other things.
& fall into infinite gray.
& shadows of, what things should be.
& the forging of iron chains.
My cross to bear, my planet, made of glass &
Love, desire & identity,
lost deep within a crystal masquerade.
why can't I just drift away.
still in the veigns of dragons,
I can't slay.
even in the burning light of day.
fallen deep into the grave.
married to decay.