Sectioned

by Rich   May 21, 2004


Over and over
And in through my eyes.
The mocking, the laughter,
Your bittersweet lies.
The blood, sweat and tears
Soaked up through my skin,
Will always endeavour
To kill me within.
You can't understand
What this does to me;
The truth in your insults
Will not let me be.
It's time to move on,
Now my head's in pain.
Dragged off to my cell;
My final restrain.

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