Setting grounds
As I go
Putting walls up
As I paste
Passing day by day
With emotions of envy
All i can picture is black gates
Far away
The one where i can escape
Putting my walls
Up
Then Down
Metallic bars
When I sit at the edge
the edge of my bed
I ponder but the black site
seems to capture me and blow me away
Minutes later
regaining conscience
As I awaken
I look through the mirror
I see the dark side of me
Standing with a solid pointed knife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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