The Illusion
The Illusion
Beautiful coloured climbers
With roses at each branch
Striped view of the world
Sometimes bright stars
Sometimes sunny mornings
This was her home
Where she belonged
An illusion created by her heart
Blinded by love for a demon
For this was a prison
Striped bars, black and empty
This was where she was kept
Captured and deceived
This was her home
Which she wouldn't leave