Scars

All the dreams have been lost
There is no more room for them
The big sleep avoids me

Hides its black cage of comfort from me
Loneliness chokes me with its darkness and cruelty

Cages aren't made of iron
They are made of thoughts
And scars
But they were never mine
Peace was never an option
Never an option

Sucking dry the essence of serenity
Injecting anxiety in the unfathomable void digging my belly
Until it floods
Continual nausea

Putrid stench of an existence
That was not mine
The wounds of the genealogical ghost
Still hurt
Don't know why I was born

Cages aren't made of iron
They are made of thoughts
And scars
But they were never mine
Peace was never an option

I am the agonizing
The gasp that precedes the death of another
Like a smell of sulfur that refuses to disappear
When everything is already extinct

I am the agonizing
The gasp that precedes the death of another
Like a smell of sulfur that refuses to disappear
When everything is already extinct

Cages aren't made of iron
They are made of thoughts
And scars
But they were never mine
Peace was never an option

Never an option