the building the room the boom

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
confused tired nothing violent though

Submitted: June 20, 2012

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Submitted: June 20, 2012



The Building


Im hearing voices the booms they disturb me

eyes feel like cameras maybe someones watching me

is it to help or hurt I dont know honestly

my mind is a maze days of trife plays with mentality

turning a new leaf thinkin of days of how i use to be

I try to hide but everyday I die more inside

hanging with creatures of the sea i caught leeches

I drag my drained body out the sea to the beaches

wishing of better days im confused and dismayed

but never lay i found my feet in my dread as I tread

I pray as I ignore debatable thoughts in my head

A robot waniting to break free im a human being

I only wish you could see what it is im seeing

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