Words of a Sheep

Thu, 10/09/2014 - 18:13 -- Lynxee


You tell me, "It's ok, it'll all be over soon."

And in a way,

you were right.


It was over.


My sense of direction and morality.

The knowledge that what I fought for was freedom.

Freedom from closed minds,

and hardened hearts.


Instead you filled my mind with false promises

of happiness.

My very essence drawn away

by bonds I had not permission 

to break.


My sight,

clogged with blinding light.

Light that covered the truth.


To you I am a slave 

to be carried away

in chains.


You promised everything would be okay.


I should have known better 

then to trust the Words of a Sheep

from the mouth

of a Jackle.


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