Throb war

I got this cage growing in pain,

The vines from the roses deform around the bars

Tightly making me gasp for what's left of air,

The tighter it grabs at my ribs the less my heart beats

Bars on this cage is breaking in two, on the outside no one

Can guess this pain inside, the pain implodes inside my head like the top of the rose blooming, just the pain of it all is so hard to hide, I got this cage crumbling down from pain, The pain I gained from the rose vines inside, the loss of breath is from the needles

On the vine poking hole's through my lungs, twisting around

My spine from head to toe, for I am the only one who see's this pain, for I'm the only one to feel this suffering inside,

Critically judged by the tears, I hold them in, I hold them strong,

This pain can not be mended, its immensely tender,

This cage is my body aching from all sorrow, This vine

Is the lies being feed into my head, this blooming rose is the insanity I can only see an feel.