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Stockholm Syndrome
Attracted like a naive moth to a flame,
There was no one but me to be blamed.
Wandering alone in this smoky, dark haze,
My heart, body, and soul became ablaze.
Sweet, loving words blindfolded my eyes,
Building a home in those pitch black skies.
Lost in life's endless, bothersome conundrums,
Developing symptoms of Stockholm Syndrome.
A capturer consumed by mad insanity and rage,
Trapping an innocent bird in a decorated cage.
A victim of a once, tragic beautiful lie,
Unable to cut off this blood-coated tie.
Abandoning me with scraps of confusion,
Now I awaken from this self-created illusion.
Suffering from a gruesome, mental contusion,
A drained soul in search of a lifelong solution.
© Fanaa
There was no one but me to be blamed.
Wandering alone in this smoky, dark haze,
My heart, body, and soul became ablaze.
Sweet, loving words blindfolded my eyes,
Building a home in those pitch black skies.
Lost in life's endless, bothersome conundrums,
Developing symptoms of Stockholm Syndrome.
A capturer consumed by mad insanity and rage,
Trapping an innocent bird in a decorated cage.
A victim of a once, tragic beautiful lie,
Unable to cut off this blood-coated tie.
Abandoning me with scraps of confusion,
Now I awaken from this self-created illusion.
Suffering from a gruesome, mental contusion,
A drained soul in search of a lifelong solution.
© Fanaa
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