Wednesday, June 17, 2009


I see myself through shattered lenses
Shards upon my past
Sitting among lavish denziens
Hoping it won't last
Men have taken to abuse
My kind and gentle nature
I choke them but they still refuse
Poetic nomanclature
But as I struggle to escape
These chains of mans injustice
I form a state they can relate
From all of their destruction
I look within to see my soul
Reflections of my face
And sit here in my quiet hole
My sins I will erase

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