Find a place in the cold, empty world
Find that each scar reflects their smile
They want him to exist by their ideals
from his birth to the lion’s den


He walks barefoot across the marble
in his dreams he is cold in his tomb
Escape is just a fools illusion
no one ever leaves without desecration


These four walls fade into the grey
in his mind, he survives on poison
A body lashed and bruised goes foetal
as the soul dies within

The End

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