Oct 2012
Bullied into a box,
await the pins and needles.
Crammed into asylums,
wait for promised pain.
Tomorrow never comes
when sunlight means salvation.
Yesterday is a myth
with memories of peace.
await the pins and needles.
Crammed into asylums,
wait for promised pain.
Tomorrow never comes
when sunlight means salvation.
Yesterday is a myth
with memories of peace.
