Locked in
boxed in
My panic grows
As I look at the doors

They extend
And never bend
I must escape
before its too late

Why am I the bait
But wait
I must escape
before its too late

As death comes closer
I try to keep my eyes open
No matter what
I try not to get cut from this life
that include such things as strife

I must escape before its too late
Before they begin the great debate
Over whether my life was good or bad

No matter how many memories I had

06/06/2010

Posted on 06/06/2010
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