The Trap
I'm trapped once again in the memories,
of what was and what will happen.
I set the trap and always get lost
in the mental and material emotions.
I set the trap and always trap myself.
It's like a trap for a rat i know ,
i'll die but i always take the risk,
the cheese just taste so good.
Now i'm dying, the blood is flowing out,
It's dark and lonely and i'm all alone,
My thoughts take over, my heart is still,
It's stop beating once again...
beep... beep....... no sound,
I'm dead!
Copyright © Ashallah Adolphus | Year Posted 2015
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