Before the Rebirth

She is a shell,
Just wanting something more inside.
She listens for the freedom bell,
Until she is rescued from her cage.

But she is trapped,
In this world of unknown feelings,
Her thoughts wrapped.
In her uncertainty she slips.

She is collapsing in the dark,
Alone, as red kneads her hips.
But she smiles,

Eagerly awaiting her freedom chance,
Until finally, she walks the aisle...
To meet her desperate saivor with a cold dance.

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