The Sword At Your Throat Poem by Brooke Cadwell
The Sword At Your Throat
I lock the door,
No ones getting out,
I tie my legs,
No ones gonna move,
I tie my arms,
No ones gonna escape,
but this is all a lie,
because I know They will get out,
I will,
And I will destroy myself,
I am a weapon,
I am the sword at your throat,
I am the gun at your head,
But I will not stop,
Until I'm dead,
i am insane.
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