And it's when you finally realize...
that these streets are bared in stone.
You take your shoes off so to feel them,
but they are far too numb from cold.
You tried very hard to be free..
to break bars that guard and capture.
Yet the truth is
once one bar breaks
the rush destroys your life.
Their is no hope for you to let go,
yes you trusted them too much.
But the truth is it's your own self,
that trust cannot surmise.
Maybe you'll get past this,
maybe your fate is set.
But all you wants someone
to love you.
But those who do...
you break their hands.
You want to have the cake,
and eat it.
Now your stomach hurts
and you are full..
and dammit where'd the cake go.
so you bar back up up your soul.
put your shoes on
with two pairs of socks.
better to feel nothing.
in the stone streets all alone,
then to feel that broken coldness,
of that unforgiving stone.
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