Passage Possible TW: Animal cruelty mention

Barbed Wire & Steel Cages TW!!: mention of animal cruelty, neglect, emotional ab*se

Locked in a prison that I call my hometown not knowing this cell is a torture chamber not my bedroom. I run around in circles behind shocking barbed wires that could electrocute my chest if I touch it.

I know the gates are always open for me to leave, but I’m not setting a toe out of my home sweet home.

Im a bird but not one with wings one with loyalty. Consider my wings burned into ashes in a burning fireplace decorated for Christmas on a freezing night of December’s winter.

I’m running around this track field alone with not one light of the sun giving me company in this romantic adventure of mine. I’d gladly bleed to death running from dusk till dawn just to make him, the owner of this house smile.

This dungeon is torturous full of screaming sheep trying to wander back to their fields of white dandelions, but Id like to stay beside my sheepherder away from the greens of mother nature’s world, and in a field with dying flowers, and tainted grass due to the sun being away for so long.

My loyalty earns me a pale pink ribbon around my sheepskin. Tying it tightly around my neck as a reward of following his possessiveness.

I’m fed these dying flowers, they taste dull but they taste better when it’s handed by my hunter for his sweet palms make the brittle stems take like sweet cherry’s.

With my loyalty comes burning eyes from sleepless nights and neglectful punishments, I wanna leave, I wanna escape, I wanna skip away back into the flower ally’s, but I want to stay here where my heart longs for and feels love.

I’m leaving, I’m escaping, I’m freeing myself, but I’m staying here until the clock strikes my death time.

• little lamb little lamb, skipping down the forest so joyful so naive around blooming flowers in the dewdrops of April shower. Spring rising into the dawn of earth but as soon as the hunter steps out with his gun. Little lamb knew a blizzard would fall soon.