Lethal MazeA Poem by Rob Santanamind controlPsychological butchers
With blood on their hands,
Deception has prevailed
They search for more lives
To devastate
Blessing their victims
With a comatose existense
In a dark hell of dormant misery
Enslaved to the psychological butchers
Control is no longer mine
I am now lost
Never to come back to reality
I'm trapped,
Entombed,
Within my own mind
I've been mentally butchered
Hopelessly searching for exits
I've been mentally butchered
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Added on December 16, 2013Last Updated on December 17, 2013 Author
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