My home is one of darkness,
a place of steel and stone
a foreign cell, a home in hell, and here I sit alone.
I pay with time for one small crime, where lights glare night, and day.
and though I rage, and pace my cage, I still must stay and pay.
But don't be sad for it's not that bad, I hid it all within.
No trace outside, it's all inside, what my trip to hell has been. Deep in the night I awake and turn on the light, for they came today and took awwy the man who lived next door. Everybody wondering who'll be next, I hope it's not my homie, you see were in here, but not just were, behind these walls of sadness. A secret I shall tell you now, but please don't tell another, in order to survive in here one must have a cover. I don't really know who to send this to for they are merly verses, most don't say anything and some are only curses.
My one desire, should I expire, is nobody cry for me.
Just hold my mother within your arms, and tell her I'm finally free.
2007-03-11
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