With sleight of hands,
we are fooled
A great pretend, it's your rule
Broken bones twisted reality
Conceal the wounds

House of cards
House of none
Hat made from thorns
Chains in your hands
You don't mind
As long as you're adored

Locked in your own prison,
Escape no more
Undead the doves to be alive
Every dream you can revive
Make-believes makes you cry
Break your wings so you can fly.

© PoPoetry