Lockdown

by HollywoodSmile   Sep 2, 2009


There's nothing inside
this empty shell,
no key to unlock
Pandora's personal hell.
Indulge yourself
in one final song,
the horsemen's quartet
can lull you all night long.
Fire and Brimstone
light up the sky,
shine down your starlight
and watch us die.

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