Trap
I'm trap in this cage consume with rage.
With a heart as cold as the ice age.
Walking through the valley of darkness.
The pain of my pass I can't suppress.
As the blood drip down my neck.
Barely breathing my soul is a wreck.
but I'm still human even though my soul is cold.
Got me wondering when will my destiny unfold.
Am I doomed to live this life.
Running from society living by this knife.
Dion A Bess
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Poet
Copyright © Dion Bess | Year Posted 2009
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