You intrude into my thoughts
Rudely like a rusty knife
A blunt cut that leaves pain
In its trail I wipe blood and rust
Dust of two years thick with grime
It is a crime what you did to me
There is no forgiveness not yet that I can see
I will you to set me free
For I am no longer a canary in your cage
I fly solo like a kite
I soar way above the clouds where angels tread
I no longer want to be bound
To a never ending story
31.12.10
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