The Cell

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By Pocket516

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

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February 13, 2013 11:04horrorfan2788

wow interesting format, I like the entering into madness as a result of reflection.