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Submitted:May 19, 2009    Reads: 58    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


The walls are drugged,

my ceiling sleeps all day,

And it talks to me at midnight,

One minuet each time,

Im alone when it rains,

My sheets are angry,

They tangle me,

And my floor is stained,

It's not my blood,

I live alone,

In a box taped shut,

In another,

And Another,

And Another,

And Finnally,

When the scars are gone,

Ill be out,

Alice in chains.....LOL

Sleep tight,

Wrapped in foil,

I cant breath,

And They wont stop singing,

Fuckers,

Boasters,

Screaming sex,

Withheld from me,

Life is strange,

when your Kept from the one who matters.





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