Anguished, eternal imprisonment
The door only opens to feed
Alone in these four walls
How i wish to be freed.
Abandoned i feel stationary,
Nothing but solitude accompanies me
A friendless fiend, be isolation
Confined, coated in the gritty blanket of anonymity
Quarantined into recluse,
A fire can only begin with a spark.
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