reflection of the soul

phase three : death of a bird

i tried to breath memories over taken me i tried to escape but i couldn't i was trapped.
i found myself trapped in a empty room a living hell.
i only know that i can change everything that surrounds me but everything remains the same.
i wanted to fly high in the sky to escape from her. but she wouldn't let go of me she wanted me to stay for ever she wanted me to be her toy, her own toy her playmate.
what she refused to know that one day i may die.
in my death she seeked life with my tears she drinked water. and with my my blood she wrote this paper.