Released

This thing inside me
Yearns for you
This thing inside me
Knows the truth
It has an idea
To find its other
A beautiful ideas
So as not to smother
He can make you yearn him to
Her heart won't be contained
Beneath the breast, bolt and screw
Feelings to be abstained
Guarding her heart
Stuck in a cage
My thoughts, tart
Only a mage
Could change how she feels
To remain alone, broken
My blood congeals
The clot forms
A bed of stones
Soft fleece
My body prone
Finality
Peace