Choice
Trapped in a vacuum of time and space
All my life revolves round hate
And even throughout the worst case
You were always there to keep me based
With you now gone, so have I
Been ripped through hell and to the nine
Now here I sit, inside my shell
Thrown into a personal private hell
Copyright © Daniel Murphy | Year Posted 2015
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