One Twenty. Three., by Caitlin_Californication Subscribe to rss feed for Caitlin_Californication

Trapped in my cell of silence,
Mind screaming so loud my ears ring.
Throat dry and sore from words unspoken.
Many ominous years stretch out before me,
Will I ever see my home again?

All backs turned against me,
Ears deaf eyes blind mouths sealed heads empty.
Pain exponential and no outlet to be found.
Words spoken around me but I can't hear them,
Danger at every turn yet I keep walking.

I'll never be the same all this hate has turned me
The pain has torn me, burned me and cursed me.
Turned into some kind of sick monster 
No human form to be remembered, no beauty warmth or light.
Forever a burdened, blackened soul.

I will try to move out of this place.
I will try to escape the pain.
I will try to be quiet and humble.
But until I achieve that goal,
Hell will rain upon those whom have put me here.

Catt.......11/22/08.......evening
Posted: 2008-11-23 01:08:18 UTC

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2008-12-30 00:41:49!!! A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD !!!
SOUNDS LIKE A PRETTY BAD PLACE

2009-02-28 00:21:52Caitlin_Californication
yeah it was about my roommates last semester