Stolen

Delude myself in wild fantasies
until I can’t tell fiction from reality.
I don’t belong here, I can tell you that much.

Simple words stitched and strung together
that sing a song of desolation and sad, soft smiles:
That’s all I am.
And it’s all I ever will be.

Blind dolls and marionettes link hands
and cry tearlessly at monochrome nightmares.
Mute lips spell out harsh words,
but they’ll only end up falling upon deaf ears.

I slowly sink into my silent serenity
and wish for nothing more than everything.
Everything I’ve lost, everything I have,
and everything in between.

My lullaby, my requiem, my anthem,
my one respite goes unsung.

I just want to be free.