Enprisioned
My heart crawls across a field of glass,
watching painfully as time will pass.
Tears of blood fall down my scars,
and my life is behind my families bars.
I feel it I burn and rot,
I want to see them fight what I fought.
My ears hurt with there mouth, and die when they laugh.
I hope all who speak with daggers die in their path.
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