*this is not a poem, this is a short story. This...
Our tale takes us back to a time when pirates...

I didn't even know you for long,
I thought everyone was the same until you proved...

It's Christmas time and again I'm alone,
Walking the streets, wind freezing me to the bone...

Here's a glass,
Take a seat...

The chains are broken,
The cage is open...

Empty words followed by false actions,
Trapped in a carnival, my heart, these scars...

Black bag, painted skin,
No stains on the carper, to the freezer then...

The air grows cold as fog rolls in,
This is as thick as its ever been...

You lay me down and unbind this chain,
Keep me safe from all the pain...

An expansion of ones mind,
An extra eye for the physically blind...

Take a step back and make three knocks on the...
When the door opens don't try to explore...

Though I've found light its starting to go dim,
I feel my body getting numb again, limb by limb...