The Amber Nest

It seems they live trapped in a nest
The cot of amber

Gutless sons, behind imperfection
Rabid hands, loose thrill, seems pale
While dares hit fragile minds

Circles of ragged specters
Where sounds the thud
As a premonition, world smells conviction

Its stupid rules
The constant gust, could shrivel
The light, a primal fear... that sicken!!!

Come, get free, and touch!!!
The flavors of the death affliction
Leave and break at least!!!
These chains are bounds which binds the reason

A line, a sigh, a hill of human lies
Stands up so high and far from wisdom
The being just override, the hidden widow

It seems they fit in the amber cot
Closed, this world is amber