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Mar 2012
Faces on the walls.
Thousands of them
Staring back at me.
Looming over me.
They watch me,
Day in.
Night out.
I can't make them stop,
I can't get out of their sight,
I can't even sleep.
Those eyes,
So black in the light,
Piercing red through the night.
Just staring at me,
Watching me,
Watching my every move.
I repent my actions,
I repent my days,
I repent my life,
In so many ways.
Locked and chained,
A prisoner to the room,
The room of a thousand faces.
Seth Connor Jackson
Written by
Seth Connor Jackson  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
   Lucky Queue and Bernadette
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