North, east, south, west all direction
Unending flow of a presence
Seeing lies of precognition
I am trapped and made with sentence.
Chained with a silver deadly rose
That slits my throat and cuts my veins
I follow wherever it goes
Filled me with love by using chains.
I need freedom and salvation
From this torture of hopelessness
I seek not love but redemption
Please free me from this joylessness.
Scars of love, blades of hate from you
I've had enough of your black dreams
I have no clue of what to do
I need a love without your schemes.
Kestrel Quiambao
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trapped-62/
