the smoke alarm has broken
and im stuck in this prison
alarm beeping
every minute or so
...
9 levels of hell
i know where I'll be impaled
nailed to a tree
holding a noose
...
the bullet rips through the night
like a needle trailing a thread of blood
mending together the fabric of my life,
but the rain is falling and drowning me in self-guilt,
...
I'm 20, married and have a beautiful son, many of the poems i wrote on here are from when i was 16/17, and taking alot of drugs i've changed since then i'm happier now and decided to write more.)
Smoke Alarm
the smoke alarm has broken
and im stuck in this prison
alarm beeping
every minute or so
im going crazy
cant cry
cant sleep
beeping
door is locked
i am blocked
by this jacket
like a costume of skin
as the door opens
game
set
match
my life begins
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