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Jail
Contributed by
dalamar
on
Monday, 5th March 2007 @ 03:38:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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Trapped in my own jail A jail of hate Hate for people Hate for food Hate for life Hate for money
These four walls Are my cage These four walls Are me.
So I will go on with life Smiling and laugh Only when I want to Kill everyone I meet
While you sit there and smile I will slide my life into your ribs And look on as your smile turn to pain
Then you can sit there and gaze As I laugh while I bath in your blood
I jump at a sound And wake in bad Only to see it was a dream A nightmare or a good dream
Only you can chose But before you say Look at the smile on my face
Copyright ©
dalamar
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2007-03-05 03:38:09] (Date/Time posted on
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