Death

This is no cage to dream in

No more grief over the living

No more tears 

Wonderland is but a wasted sun

Faces look away from us, too dark to see

Crowds gather around our killings

Whispers, louder than our inner selves

Inner thoughts, inner madness

Animals rise from the dead to our calls, 

Count your days in this wonderland, count our heads

Drop your gun! 

This is no cage to die in, this is a dream of god

A trap to the living dead

Guns escape through shattered walls,

No souls leave this land, 

No souls but our own.

Reviews

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Very well said in a metaphoric melody. You are very right but it will take something big to wake the minds of a sleepless to be. Not all of us are rare souls that dance in a wind.

[emmajoy]

'This is no cage to die in, this is a dream of god.'

Have read this three times, each time, trying to find its core. Your phrases seem to scream against life, glory in death, thinking of it as the final and finest finish. Perhaps it is.. seems that evil escapes the world once death closes its mighty door?