Posted by Maynerd on December 2, 2005, at 20:36:04
Trapped, a prisoner forever on Death’s bed
While slowly the vultures circle over my head
Trapped, each labored breath smells of doom
All I see around me are the walls of my tomb
Trapped, a loser no longer in control of my fate
Chains wrapping my heart forged out of hate
Trapped, feeling if life is spinning out of control
Bloody fingertips slowing losing grip of my soul
Trapped, no longer able to perceive the sun
Looking for answers in the barrel of this gun
Trapped, alone within this mental cell
Giving up praying for a miracle that ends this hell
poster:Maynerd
thread:584771
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