My fortress of exile
Built with my own two hands
To block out pain
To hide my shame
My tragic armor
My plate of anger
Crafted out of bitterness
To shield from exposure
To guard against judgement
My worthless weapons
My steel of terror
Forged out of fear
To fight off abuse
To fend off violation
They were all a lie
All deceitful tools
These walls built to protect
This armor worn to defend
These weapons made to repel
They all betrayed me
Turned against me with malice
The walls collapsed around me
They became my tomb
Burying me alive
Leaving me to rot and fester
The armor locked around me
Trapping me inside myself
Forced to relive the pain
And wallow in the past
The weapons turned on me
Lacerating my mind
Shredding my heart
Impaling my soul
My fate, my conclusion
Sealed in a tomb of my own making
Doomed to walk in fear
Bleeding out within my armor
Chained to the pain of the past
My Prison by Porcelain Lotus is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
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