24 december 2011
Alone in a Crowded place
This house is an empty box
Yet people crown my space
And all around me are locks
To be put on my mouth and face
I’m amazed I can breathe
In this confined thing I call a home
As I wish for a fast and painful death
Because that is all that can reach me under my dome
Please I beg come swiftly to drag me away
So air can touch my lips so sweet I gasp
For I can not bare to live another day
And I would cream but my voice is only a rasp
Torture I ask thee to stop hurting me
For the hammer in my hands will kill
The walls that won’t let me be
What I need, of what is real.
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