My house has become a domestic prison
My grandmother an overseer
Cracking her pistol whip commands
I am suffocating
I ache for the outside life
For fresh air and sunlight
Outside is hell
Polluted air and unfair weather
People cracking wise jokes
Forcing me to be social
I am overexposed
I Yearn to be inside
Do i die from exposure on the outside? or suffocate quietly in my cell?
Either way, Death Becomes Me.
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2 comments:
I love ur style of word play...uve got something going ;p
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