..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.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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