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The Prisoner
Contributed by
thesinner
on
Wednesday, 1st March 2006 @ 05:28:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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This prison has no bars.
No walls made of stone.
And yet, there is no escape.
This confinement, my own flesh and blood.
My prison, my torment.
These demons breath fire upon my soul.
I find no rest.
Sentenced to Life.
Tread softly upon my soul,
for tired am I of this war I wage.
Shackled to this life of misery,
I reject the light.
These walls are impenetrable.
Built from rage and despair,
and held together with my tears
I am exiled from hope.
I no longer long for freedom.
My thoughts clawing from within
I am damaged.
Thrown away and forgotten.
I await my fate.
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thesinner
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2006-03-01 17:28:40]
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Re: The Prisoner
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by eggflipper on
Wednesday, 1st March 2006 @ 06:56:18 PM AEST
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Re: The Prisoner
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by holderofthestone on
Saturday, 11th March 2006 @ 05:08:48 PM AEST
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awesome... I love the feeling of self struggle going on here. i can relate with this... A++++
you have a great way of expression! and ya FL is warm still! |
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