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The Right Words
I stared at the burning house and shivered.
He had done this, but They would blame me.
I would be forgotten and they would only see Him.
I closed my eyes and returned, once again, to my prison.
The white, windowless walls; the shapeless bedding on the black, metal bed frame; the peeling, white door.
All this, and not much more.
A room so bare, a prison, a poisonous trap.
He knows I hate it, that's why he made it a cell.
I want out, to be free, and never again see…
I remember now, what he gave to me.
That tiny thing, that new freedom key.
With the right words, he'd said; anyone can be free.
It was under my pillow, that tiny gate.
I knew it was there and now I wonder: why did I wait?
This room wasn't right, it needed something.
What did it need?
The answer? Simple, it needed my blood.
The paper, the knife, to free me from this life.
Now I read, the paper, the words, that are to free me from having to see, the latest hurt that he's done to me.
With the right words, I can be free.
I slice as I read, to provide, the blood for this room, I let the knife ride.
My voice is clear, easy to hear, and these are the words that I read.
Let the light become the dark, the dark become the light. Set the light free.
The dark will not win. Light shall prevail, against all conflicting things that set sail.
Let the bird leave the cage, and the cage be no more. The bird needs it's wings to soar. Set the bird free, let it be, and do not keep it cooped.
Like to like, link to link, but one little fracture shall cause it to sink.
The ship shall set sail, free of the docks.
The seed will grow into a tree.
Never again shall he own me.
I need to be free.
I read the words, the knife finds my heart.
It is now over, gone is the start.
Nothing is left, not even my heart.
Listen well, you who are plagued, by the evil of life.
The right words, to end all your strife.
Only one word is quite different from life.
Death does come, at it's own pace, but you always must stare Death in the face.
I fall through the floor, Death was my fate. Now he has lost, he has no gate.
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