One cannot be simply caged. To be caged is to lose your rights as a spirit, to spread your wings and roam for the eternity given. The body given to use to use to our content, though, has the habit of losing itself and falling prey to those with a stronger energy, caged they will become. Slaves, damned until they find the strength to break free. If they ever find the strength....
People have many a times, thought it possible to lock me in a cage, treating me as a show piece in their museums for the weird and wondrous. Iv grown tired, retreated to a life of solitude. The feeling of having your soul prodded and poked because of the indifference's you hold, is greatly disturbing and unpleasant, its draining and painful and unredeemable.
I am my own person, forged by many life's, many years and the love given by those few who respect the difference of my soul and my mind, and those few spirits that have passed beyond this life to the other.
To witness the death of a loved one is an opening. An understanding of how each world sees itself. The greater of the universes power. Don't get me wrong, its extremely daunting but at the same time, so peaceful, knowing they're there, standing beside you as their lifeless vessel of a body is lain on the ground.
Constantly being around death changes you though. You perceive things differently. There is always a cloud over head, always expecting the unexpected and because of that never being phased when it happens. Unfortunately people frown upon this greatly. Yes it is rather morbid that death and decay never cease to stray doubt, but it can not be helped. To others it is cold, and heartless. Evil and depressing.
But i guess they'll never truly get to see the world i see. The beauty it truly holds. Yes i am happy, no my soul is not black, it is just simply scarred.
But i am evil, and i should not be feared nor should i be disgraced
For I.
Am just Me .
