Kansas Johnson

My Head

Poem by Kansas Johnson

This is my enclosure
With chains I'm bound up tight
Locked up in this dungeon
Hidden from the light

Driving myself mental
Feeding off of pain
Starring at the ceiling
Becoming half insane

My thoughts are few and seldom
I might as well be dead
You wouldn't last a day
If you were living in my head

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 1, 2011

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