As the walls close around us
And the lies fill our ears
We hear the cries of our past
And we lose our sight fast
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Just an average teenager with a bunch of probablems. Grew up in the same town I live in without a father. gay which doesn't help with the whole fitting into high school thing (only my close friends know) . I want to direct and creat music for films/broadway/play when I grow up, poetry is just a way to escape from everything. Yeath that really just it, if you want to talk you can email me at beatles_fan_4evr@yahoo.com So hope you like my poem and if not then alright: P Allons y, Watson)
Death Takes Its Hold
As the walls close around us
And the lies fill our ears
We hear the cries of our past
And we lose our sight fast
We might be saved
But our grave is too deep
And soon we fall asleep
our breathe becomes cold
As death takes its hold