Locked up

by Cassie   Dec 20, 2006


My hands are worn
My hair is grease.
these chains are hurting
All i want is peace.

your blood red eyes
are stuck in my head.
this place is haunting
my legs are dead.

Why beat me up?
why lock the door?
I've never hurt you,
so what is this for?

You give me food
Fit for some mice
i don't wanna starve
give me my life.

I break from these chains
i run to the door.
i kick it down
And run once more.

But now im shaking
things arent as they seem.
my eyes open
it was all a dream.

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