..my head..churns out lines..that sometimes seem to rhyme..bit by bit they fit..to be a complete misfit..to me its my freedom...a revolution..my mental evolution...

Act 1 Scene 1 Round 8  

I have been broken,
bit by bit.

Stuck here,
the deep pit

Time to leave
time to go

All alone,
where shall I go,

Spoken the words,
yet again

Those same words,
the same blame

Yet I hope,
this candle lasts.

Its burning,
its burning fast.

Then again,
darkness shall reign.

or will the sunlight,
shed light.

On the same,
trampled path again.

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