Deeper
imprisoned in my mind
untill the end of time
the image of us in flames
my only crime
was caring
hold me in thoses arms of sorrow
not wake me tomorrow
throw me down deeper and deeper into the flames of satan
leave me in there where i remain to this verry day
staring out the window of this prision
strapped to the electric chair
my thoughts not valued
my life forfit
simple pleasures like breathing and crying
bleed out of my hearts dispair
broken and injured a sprit leaves me
spins high above my head
reality hits me
im dead
Copyright © Matt Doe | Year Posted 2007
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