Life In a Hot, Windowless Basement Dungeon

I sit and sweat,
My pain does swell,
I'm living in
this unholy hell...

Time drags,
Like my lamed foot,
that twists and turns with glee,
The pain so much unendurable
Has got the best of me

The silence
of the empty wallet
The silence
of the grave
It's been me that I have lost,
No longer am I brave..
Living in this rat-hole,
is like living in a cave.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007



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