Wild thoughts stream through my head,
My sanity which i know so well is waining
Because of what they said,
My Emotions i am containing,
In a bottle of forgotten dreams,
Only when i break through the wall
will i be me again it seems,
but first i must walk the hall,
which is riddled with screams,
from faces of no emotion,
that are plastered to the brick,
never to make another motion,
kept in place by fear of the devils walking stick,
my conscience it is tempting with lies and deceit,
i hear my soul crunch as it dries up and withers away,
it falls to the ground at my feet,
as i walk through the blackness of my heart and mind as they run astray.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-01-17 13:08:16
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