I can't drown myself with my tears
My cowardice blunts the blades
They hold the steel chains tightly
for I can not move, bloody & powerless
They are crushing my small body
but are missing my neck.
A bird can not fly in the ocean.
They squeeze me in this perfect drawer
But the don't see my bones don't bend
I had nothing but hope when I left
They took it away ; so I had nothing
when I arrived but they took the time
To take a part of my life.
Dienstag, 21. Dezember 2010
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