Midnight Confessions


12 o'clock ... midnight again ...
Blood marks peacefully rest on the floor.
Ordinary paintings are hanging on the walls.
Trapped is the way I feel deep down inside ...
Trapped !
Just like a bird in its cage
I'm dying to break free !
But I'm trapped
In a world in which I can't find my place.
I'm slowly moving away from it all -
My little human needs and desires.
Away I want to go with nothing but my soul.
I want to go ... so I can reach my goals.
But I'm trapped ...
A chain of silver knives
Is slowly cutting the veins
Of my desire to live in this world.
2 o'clock ... midnight has passed again ...
Blood marks are staining my soul ...
The paintings are there no more.

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