On this side of innocent
Caged naked in despair
The rot and sin surrounds
A pestilence from everywhere
I’m a sinner not a saint
I’m good boy plan gone wrong
She’s standing on the other side
Listening to my muted song
Caged alone.
Rusting to the bars.
The lamp is dim.
And the door is locked from both sides
I’ve got a candle.
But it hasn’t got a wick
Something’s crawling in my skull
Gnawing till I’m sick
I’m caged alone.
On this side of innocence
With a razor blade lie
And grating sound of flies surround
The corpses of a million down
Below me.
Loss and love or all the above
Cause I’m a sinner not a saint.
I’m a good boy plan gone all wrong
And she’s standing listening to a muted song.
Where did we go.
When did the rust and damp come from
My own walls?
Is it something I have done?
Caged alone.
Sticking to the bars my flesh is rotting.
Cutting all alone
When the ugliness inside is all I see.
And the lamp is dim,
Reach through and hold me.
I’m scared, I cried.
I admit that I’ve tried not to.
Alone in my cage.
With my desolation and my rage
My angel, so far away
It seems as if the rain is falling harder now.
My board has fall the pieces are on the ground
Below me
And the rust is spreading into my own skin.
The rust which originates from within.
Reach through and hold me.
Overall i enjoyed reading this poem. I am tired so I will stick saying I realy liked these lines
Something’s crawling in my skull
Gnawing till I’m sick
I'm caged alone.
and I found this part to be awkard to read.
My board has fall the pieces are on the ground
Below me
Honestly there were a few sections that I had to reread to understand what you were saying, but it is late and I am tired. Overall again i would like to say it was enjoyable to read. I think i will try to comment again when i have more energy.
Submission Name: Rusted
