The Chornicles Of A Dark Heart Part 11 Glass Prison - Poem by David Knox
safety glass... I'd say the worst invention ever...
making it was such a pointless endeavor
but its too late now, now I'm trapped... cursed to look outside...
outside my glass prison, and wallow in the pain and lies
love withheld will kill me if I don't do it, for i cannot break
break this glass, not even with a hammer, this prison is no fake
its the real deal and I'm trapped in this glass... o it hurts it hurts now
People look at me, see the misery, the stereotype they wonder how?
how did this happen, haha where's his god today
He's right here I yell while trapped, but they scoff he not here hes away
what do I really believe? NO.... no... hes always there
he will get me through this... though i might lose my hair
lose......lose.... lose it on the rope tied taught...
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