No More



Caged. That’s all it’s ever been is caged. Trapped behind golden bars surrounded by shadows Laughing, taunting blackness that lingers every waking minute, Every eye closing, Every breath exhaled. It’s left tiny against the giant beasts. It wants to get out. The caged wants to be free.
Wish granted.

The caged grows. Rapidly, Steadily, Deadly, Like darkness taking a hold of his prey when the sun goes down. Blending and startling it in its path leaving it with no sight. It likes it. Amused. The skin presses against the cold metal, Bending, Shaping, Breaking it Until it becomes no more than sparkles on the dirty ground And leaving darkness staring deep into another With eyes beating red Covered in satisfaction And rage.
We have escaped.
And we are ready.
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