Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Memories




It's just assault,
it's not my fault,
these rooms are just not free.
They charged their friends,
for ins and outs,
for pricks to cause the bleed.

A silence toned when I roamed,
alone and in despair.
No one believed,
no one would care,
they'd pull my hair,
I am a snare
I'm trapped inside this beast.
I do like me,
I am not free,
say "no" to this, it's make-believe,
your memories of me.


K.A.P.
6/8/2009

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