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
No comments:
Post a Comment