savages

is it me or you that is the savage here?

what memory will last as the lights fade and noises deafen my soul?

your cold eyes, like winter, freezing me in motion.  

I fear nothing but you, my sweet little self.

there is a hungry cannibal inside me, waiting to release the beast.

this animal seeping through my skin, erupting in these bones.

who made this?  this silent scream with fangs.

who is the savage here?

could it be me or this world which I am captured within.

invisible bars around my limbs, a trap door when I walk into every room.

the expectations clear by the subtle cage that holds me here.

convening in that castle of the lord, all to pass judgement on us, the savages.

angelic apparitions descending from the ceiling whispering to those righteous few how we should be...behave and breathe.  

nothing free.

nothing free.

nothing free can be, as they kill the savages.