Hate

by windi   Mar 25, 2006


He sits in that cell were he crys out loud,
Sits with his legs crossed staring out at the stars,
In a flash he veiws the past in one glance,
That takes him back in that one chance,
Cells are to small in jail,
Were he thinks of his life he hates so much,
He screams at night with fear while tears roll out,
Crys out with pain cuz all he does is go insane,
Out loud he says his prays \" God please forgive me, im almost thier,\"
Loud noises are made outside were he use to hang!

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