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I'm living in ruins , Laughing like a maniac , Locked and leashed, Restricted to move.
Yet i fight , Inside this cage , Waiting for flight, Filling with rage,
With an empty heart, Turned dark as kohl, Slowly staining, My blood and soul.
It eats me up , These brickless walls , Built by me, Yet sadness crawls ,
Ive got cuts and bruises , I dont remember how, But they're a sign, I have to run now,
And then around , I saw a quill, Held it tight , And it didn't stand still,
So i filled the floor, And the ceiling too, With words of love, And devils so blue.
They came to watch, To read my story, The ink was my blood , Turned black with glory.
They smiled at my sadness , Called it a work of art. Thats how beautiful it is.. To have a broken heart.
