#1
Im swimming in a cage
Of built up resentment
It will be a unaware moment
Before this life emits

This surrounding is a restriction
Im just a trapped soul in humanity
Is this hopeless?
Can I even call it life?

I cant look in the mirror
The reflection is just lines and shapes
I cant identify myself
Its just a crippled echo of my being

This surrounding is a restriction
Im just a trapped soul in humanity
Is this hopeless?
Can I even call it life?

There is no cure
No treatment of this sting
There's no permanent defect
Only a lifetimes recollection

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Thoughts? I might add a bridge to make it longer but this all I got so far. Constructive criticism please
#3
no bumping, reported.
Lord Gold feeds from your orifices and he wants to see you sweat.
Lord Gold probes you publicly and makes your pussy wet.
Now say his name.....