The Cell, by Pocket516
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The lights
The floor
The ceiling
A door
My door
A cell
My feeling
A hell
A life
Enjoyed
My life
Destroyed
Helpless
Hopeless
My room
Ropeless
What's simple?
What's quick?
What's selfish?
What's sick?
I sit
I cry
I sit
I try
To think
To blink
Blink....
Blink....
again
and again
Tears can't win bliss
Clinch a fist
What will i miss?
Stuck within this....
This life
This cell
This life
My hell
This life
I created
This life
I degraded
This choice
My fail
This choice
My jail |
Posted: 2013-01-11 04:52:01 UTC |
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2013-02-13 11:04:18 | horrorfan2788 |
wow interesting format, I like the entering into madness as a result of reflection. |