Six Feet Under

by Roo   Mar 21, 2006


I am the walking dead heartbreaker,
my apologies.
I'm happy you'll never understand
what it's like to be trapped
under six feet of solid glass.
I can see out, but no one gets in.
Screaming at this prison
I've locked myself into.
I'm sorry that I'm still breathing
& that I'll kill again,
but the loneliness is
too much for me to handle.

((Found this ages!!! ago....no idea where it from))

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