My reality, my dismal crypt consists of razor wire fences and concrete bricks
Hatred, Rage, Terror and Pain screaming in tongues Translated:
the language of the deranged, at night sleep only comes when the souls departs,
my dreams are lucid as monsters march I scream but my lips are sewn shut
only heard in my own mind like a blade the lonelyness cuts
I try to live but the light hurts so much darkness kisses my skin
like a wandering ghost touch these tears are blood that are shed for
Death my dismal crypt my reality as these walls close in
I take my last breath as these walls close in
I take my last breath.....
By: Shaun J. Matz
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