Reinvented
You can't shake this, bend or break this.
Write these endings, life's contention.
Breaks my spirit and make's me fear it.
Spinning dials, my lifes on trial.
Finding confidence, feeding ignorance.
Find the reason. for your treasons
life it seems to be ,tragic apathy.
Its my own believing, is this my own demon?
Fearing things around , like I'm trapped and bound .
Give myself the slip, broken by razor whips.
Open my eyes, hiding inner lies.
Awaken my soul, buried in a hole.
Copyright © Dan Maclellan | Year Posted 2011
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