Dystopian

The dark tightens strings in the night of lost notes I didn't write
 Couldn't sing, never sent
 Revenge, repent, but not defend
 Cochineal smothers my sleeve, try to breathe with each heartbeat
 Letting go of each bullet hole
 Coming home asking for more
 Clipped wings doesn't mean we're breaking
 Realist is not dystopian
 (Are our words all we have left?)
 There's life outside a cage
 Love, hurt, beauty, and rage
 (Are these words all we have left?)
 You still thunder as it breaks, lightning cracks but can't escape
 Shadows slide open wide
 A brief aside before we collide
 Chemicals coalesce blend silhouettes to confess
 Blank slate, amalgamate
 Hungers sate in brighter days
 Clipped wings doesn't mean we're breaking
 Realist is not dystopian
 (Are these words all we have left?)
 There's life outside a cage
 With love, hurt, beauty, and rage
 (Are these words all we have left?)
 It's so quiet with no one here
 Mellow noise between the ears
 A millstone with your name
 Engraved round my neck in twelve frames
 Moving all jerky and slope but we barely know
 So, let's go
 (We want out! We want out!)
 Clipped wings doesn't mean we're breaking
 Realist is not dystopian
 (Are our words all we have left?)
 There's life outside a cage
 Love, hurt, beauty, and rage
 (Are these words all we have left?)