Bottled

"I'm not in it for the fun of it, but for the pain...I just want to see you stare, as I lay my soul bare for you, to crush upon with heavy feet. I'm in it for the beat..." -Here Come The Vultures

Tightly wound;
A jack-in-the-box
Straining to break free.
Don't pop me open.
You won't like the surprise.

I locked it all away;
The carefree and the pain.
A genie captured, bound.
No wishes to be found.

Should I let off steam?
Maybe.
Would it really hurt to cut loose?
Just for a minute or two?
Probably...

Don't try to pick my brain
Or see behind my eyes.
That soul is tarnished;
The heart torn
And scarred.

I burnt my angel wings
Upon reentry.
I've fallen so many times.
Collected the ashes in a hundred jars...

All of it sealed away
In my vault of shattered hearts.
Hidden where not a soul can find.
In darkness.

These chains are heavy,
A burden I forged myself.
Such a comforting, suffocating weight.
It's safe inside my hell.

My secret?

I want to be discovered, unlocked, set free.
I seek a diamond in the rough,
Someone to rub that lamp.

Unleash all that I've kept Bottled.
Soothe the Beast, oh Beauty.
Just give me my three wishes,
If you please...

Author's Note

Thanks to my good friends, Johnny and Bob, for helping to inspire this one.

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

oh wow... I like this one... pretty contradictory, but I am often torn inside myself.. love the comfort, but want to be free.... want to be left alone... yet long for that love... think that I am too damaged, yet hope can be fixed.... one of my new favorites of yours.... I am so glad I came looking!!

[Caradoc]

Thanks for swinging by. I'm glad you liked this one. It was an interesting write that was inspired by several different conversations with friends.