Lock Me Away

Take me away from prison to prison

Lock me up in that cell from this harsh reality.

That has only one thing in common with everything else that descends upon it.

It eventually fell. Lock me with those lions and tigers... feels like they may make me feel well.

Ill keep my weapon handy don't lock me up with people.

I refuse to deal with their crazy ways.

Give me a pen and a countless supply of paper and the sane that I have to try to keep to a tee that I try to control will stay in. Insanity....

Whatever crime I committed let me know cause I will do it again.

I have time for the real, but all the real I know are not in an arms reach.

I have no time for an automated friend.

I have no time for anyone to take my mind and hold a grip.

Treat me like an animal while my tears are falling on this paper.

“Smell that?”

I smell animal crap.

It reminds me that I am not in here, or wanted to to go here because of a crime, but because this word is slowly starting to slip, and that some of those that walk upon it are full of s**t.

Is it possible that this jail is better than life?

Is that why people want to go?

You get fed

Work out...

Your chances decrease of being dead.

You don't turn on anyone and no one turns on you.

People share stories and talks about what one has been through.

Though murder is not fine.

Rape is not good.

Though how is it being in a place where there is no drama; does it beat the hood?

Put me away where no one will bother me. Here alone.....

Here I stay...

Give me my true loves let this prison known as life continue to move and you can lock me away.

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