Noise BoxA Poem by crowVoices crawling in my mind scratching my brain. Faves staring at me from the ceilings to the walls. Noise box, noise box. Another broken day another electric session. Straght jacket insan, pupils grow, not knowing whats reality or another dream. Pill after pill my voice is growing slower, enslaved by chains and straps. The enemy the sane. Your mission break chains. Hate this hate, hate these chains. Malice! Just a matter of time for anotherdose from Dr.Liar. Why do they star at me (the victim), a raved beast in a cage. Noise box, so loud but to them so quiet. Noise box, a horror scheme for the insane. voices and faces laughing from these white walls. Victim,victim,victim! © 2009 crow |
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1 Review Added on April 15, 2009 Authorcrowboone, IAAboutWell for starters I write poetery. I didn't grow up really reading poetry so I was influenced by bands like slipknot,cradle of filth, cannible corpse, korn, icp, type o negitive, sublime, and ect. I a.. more..Writing
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