My wooden prison

by Ben   May 14, 2007


Tear drops
cry
from my veins
the pain of truth
made the cuts in a stitched heart
the knife called me..
and i could not resist
the days will pass but i will not feel your grasp
because...
i live in a wooden prison
the place
most feared
by those up stairs

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  • 17 years ago

    by Mackenzie

    It was good.
    Mackenzie

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