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Jail
Contributed by
dalamar
on
Monday, 5th March 2007 @ 03:38:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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Trapped in my own jail
A jail of hate
Hate for people
Hate for food
Hate for life
Hate for money
These four walls
Are my cage
These four walls
Are me.
So I will go on with life
Smiling and laugh
Only when I want to
Kill everyone I meet
While you sit there and smile
I will slide my life into your ribs
And look on as your smile turn to pain
Then you can sit there and gaze
As I laugh while I bath in your blood
I jump at a sound
And wake in bad
Only to see it was a dream
A nightmare or a good dream
Only you can chose
But before you say
Look at the smile on my face
Copyright ©
dalamar
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2007-03-05 03:38:09] (Date/Time posted on
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