Locked in a cell
With my imaginary friends
In a dungeon
Where the night never ends
Everyday they slide
Two bowls through the bars
One filled with ashes
The other with tears
And it kills me
That I never got a chance
To tell you
How much
I hate you
I scream for the warden
For the guards for the reason
Why my years have been stolen
For every lost season
I mix ashes with tears
And force it down
My throat turned to stone
And strangles all sound
And I never go a chance
To say how much
I hate you
And I know you can`t hear me
Wherever you are
But i`ll scream at you anyway
My face to the bars
I hate you
Hate you
Alice Silvers
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