Trapped

by Ana   Oct 14, 2005


I feel cold
thrown and broken
empty and old
there are no doors open.
I'm starting to suffocate
paralyzed by the pain
numbed by hate
and I'm going insane
unable to move
outside this pain.
Who will save me?
Who will break the doors?
Will anyone come for me,
before I rot to the core?
As I lay here, I wonder
what will save me from here...
Love or Desire.

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