A.N/ I don't own Delirium. (But I think you know that)
[Caged in] like an animal prepared for slaughter,
The only love I've ever witnessed were whispered words from a mother to a daughter.
I've been taught that this was EVIL …
Now my unease lies within the PEOPLE.
'I'll never let them take how I feel,'
Though too many times, I've seen this killed.
But it lies within my blood.
It runs in my veins.
It's the whispered word that can't be tamed.
It slips out in the perfect shade of grey,
And peers pass the impasse when I find beauty if terrifying ways.
The doves \released/ in my stomach,
The |colour| in my cheek,
There's that *sparkle* in my eye,
..And..a..pounding..of..my..feet..
And I can't say it here,
(for I know they can see)
But, when the music starts up and the {bodies sway} 'round me,
I can finally say how I feel …
I've been infected
(And I couldn't care less about that)
I've got the disease
(can't I just give my Book of Shh… back)
I know that girls like me get _dragged off_
As they -kick- and "scream".
But I'm a bird …
My feet pound, pound, pound
=I break past the wall=
And …
"Halalena"
And fly.
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