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Caged like an animal in lies
In a prison I created myself
The chains that hold me
Feel cold on my skin
The night is dark
There's no light to see
Freedom is my goal
Death is my prize
For wanting whats not mine
My mind was sent to hell
My soul lost to the wind
But my heart is what I really lost
And now freedom is all I want
Not for you to love me
Just to be free from your spell
Would be the key to realease from my prison
And give me my freedom




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On Wednesday November 3rd, 2004, Sex Slave (98) writes:
Thanx Blood


On Wednesday November 3rd, 2004, Blood of Winter (367) writes:
I can relate...but, then again who can't?


On Tuesday November 2nd, 2004, Rain In The Willows (848) writes:
My soul lost to the wind...lovely... Kya


On Saturday October 30th, 2004, sIo (872) writes:
if i were you i would extend my subject range and write about something other than death...this is just a suggestion not a criticism.


On Saturday October 30th, 2004, Sex Slave (98) writes:
im gettin better and better Yay


On Saturday October 30th, 2004, Sex Slave (98) writes:
thanx


On Saturday October 30th, 2004, Zhee (638) writes:
really well done...you work seems to evolve with every new poem...



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