Heart in a Cage

Writing in SilenceI wrap my thoughts in metaphorsWriting in Silence
As if to take the sting away
Yet Id give anything to feel again
The familiarity of pain
I write the words that yearn to be heard
To people who will never read
I take the time to craft each line
They are all but dying seeds
But its all alright because at this time of night
No one else is around to entertain
And in the silence my thoughts eat me alive
If only I could keep them contained


Chapter 1He sat towards the back, subconsciously running the tips of his fingers over the coarse, tattered material of the pew. He imagined he was somewhere else, far away from the dimly lit room with the out-of-date decor, far away from the foul odor of 100 year-old carpet mixed with embalming fluid, far away from the tears. He lived it all over and over again, replaying it in his head like a movie he just couldn't get enough of, for every time he watched it he would pick up something new that had been seemingly neglected the first 300 reiterations. Unfortunately, this movie didn't take as long for him to live as it did to watch. He still couldn't beChapter 1
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ma per seguir virtute e conoscenza...
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