Arsons Are Afraid Of FireA Poem by I've Killed LionsRight now i'm trapped, in a prison built by my own hands, my heart is so low I can't even stand, fearful thoughts run through my head, right now I wish I was brain dead, at least then I wouldn't know i'm trapped, these thoughts that poison me would no longer be free, if only I had the the strenght I right now lack, the bars that hold me won't budge, oh how much I wish I could be free, but im trapped in chains put on by nobody but me, but maybe I can break my heart, find a loophole, start the spark, burn down the cell in which I keep me, then maybe these chains would finally realease me, I'll shatter myself and these prison walls, The light would flood in off the doors and down the hall, And I'll run away right back to your arms, But wait there's more good here than harm, So let me out and I'll burn the place down, and by being with you i feel safety around.
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1 Review Added on November 2, 2010 Last Updated on November 2, 2010 AuthorI've Killed Lions..., HIAboutI am still a new writer but I have my hand in poetry and now writing fiction. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW MY WORK Lets see... I am a Christian. I try my best to serve God with my life and I love.. more..Writing
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