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I wanna get out!
Out of this bed, and out of my head!
But I am paralyzed, frozen by fear, terrified of the unknown.
Afraid to move, afraid to feel, afraid to be real. Afraid that they will see this cross that I bear, the Scarlet Letter that I must wear,
‘Til the day that my final breath draw nigh, the glorious day that I die!
Until that glorious day should come, I stay here tormented;
Chained to this bed, caged inside my head.
Should that glorious day not come that I should die, here is where I shall await the day that you free me of my cursed cross, and crucify me on the alter of your hate and bitterness.
Burn me alive, cut me into pieces with every word you say.
So with me to my grave I must take, for an unforgivable sin did I make.
So my love, here I lay, chained to this bed, caged inside my head, crushed beneath the heavy weight of my one true friend;
My Scarlet Letter did stay with me until the bittersweet end.
© Clara J Chauteco October 24, 2018