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Chained and shackled
Against my stone backdrop of mold and mildew
The stench of rotting flesh
Overwhelms my sense of humanity
As I stare blankly ahead
A man full with starvation
- Too tired to die -
The idea of seeing the light of day
Long removed from his thoughts
But, refocusing to my own,
Fixation becomes the crack in the wall
The only source from where light is emitted
Slightly brightens the caliginous of my new home
A place from which I will never escape
To do so would contradict my damnation
The condemnation set upon me by my superiors
So I refuse struggle,
Accepting my fate as a prisoner of mind and body
Never again to accept the outside world




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On Friday December 26th, 2003, Bakkhus Unbound (1101) writes:
'Fixation becomes the crack in the wall' SO often I've been to this dark London place; excellent piece, excellent poem.is that an Ibanez?


On Friday December 26th, 2003, Tracer (140) writes:
yup it is


On Wednesday December 24th, 2003, suicideseason (2102) writes:
"- Too tired to die -"those four words...so powerful.i feel this one.excellent write~season



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