EM (January 23,1990 / )

Route Of Evanescence

She’s locked herself within a cell
Prison bars she wove herself
A chrysalis cage that captivates eyes
Of children and elders, she longs to die
Tender wings stuffed into a concrete sack
Antennae feeling for air that her home lacks
She encased herself in solitude, anticipating peace
Now sitting in silence she simply longs for release
Hating the route of evanescence she selected
She lies within her cage, once again alone and dejected
Time suspends her, embryonic, within the cell
She curses the burning bars she knows she wove herself

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