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by kevin Boundy AKA the ghost Jun 1, 2009 category : Life, society / other
Solitary confinement Has brought me to the brink The floor becomes a bed of quick sand If only I could think All this time in this little cell And I still can't catch my breath With every cigarette I smoke I come closer to my death But why does it even matter I can't escape this evil place Not that it matters because My soul seems lost without a trace I scream out in agony But this prison leaves me mute I fought for every second I lived To that there's no dispute I would call this a nightmare But I don't sleep anymore I fought until I collapsed but tell me What am i fighting for? My life? thats ironic All that time I used to spend Trying to make damned sure That my life would finally end My soul? it can't be that For the fact it is long gone All those nights trying to sleep Laying eyes wide in bed til' dawn My heart? the hollow spot in my chest If only it was still there But thats long been broken And I'm left without a spare But I can't stop living Despite my every will I've done everything I know of And I feel empty still Moving through my future with sure steps And yet I'm flying blind The only prison I'm locked up in Is known as my own mind My heart used to be my prison But I was broken out I thought I was free.. only a dream Of that there is no doubt I will never be free From this burden called my past In solitary confinement I remain Just a soul seeking outcast