Safe Room
He's locked up in his castle,
he doesn't know my name,
he thinks I am a screw up,
doesn't seem to be ashamed.
He likes to live forgotten,
he likes to be in pain,
by calling him he doesn't turn,
I'm afraid about his veins.
When his wishes configurate,
he thinks about his hate,
never realized there are others,
who think about their faith.
Going out is only trouble,
at least he used to say,
but by being in his safe room,
he never saw another day.
Copyright © Lana Lana | Year Posted 2016
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