Antidote

62 | eleutheromania

Take me to an abditory of the lost and forgotten
where I could drop out of sight
Before I completely get ashen

'Twas freedom that I longed for, the sky should've known
All my life I was told I am wrong
so now I'm pleading, begging, please let me disappear

To be heard, to be found—I wanted those all along
yet those ruthless hunters never tried to hear me out
nor find me; the superficial burrows I'm hidden among

Lucky were they the hunters sought them
while the monsters hid my skin underneath
and I tried so hard to breathe

Take me to an abditory of the lost and forgotten
a useless beast I am; nobody hunts such
so please, please I'm pleading once again.