Soul Cage
Something sinister
Lurks and hides
Behind vibrant sunsets
And morning skies.
Something evil
Strikes each hour;
Like clock hands, it turns
Revoltingly sour.
A divine spark sits
In a gilded cage,
Shitting, pissing,
Watching its vessel age.
Lifting each limb,
It drags through its day -
Hefty weight,
That won’t give way.
A husk that’s heavy,
Barely able to breathe,
Just waiting for a day
The soul can finally leave.