Apr 2014
Those voices had left like a thief in the night
They'd stolen my freedom
They'd taken my rights
They thought they could get away
Yeah they thought they were bright
Till I locked them in a box
And turned off the lights
A pool of black surrounds this box
Bombs, grenades, and lots of locks
They sit and bicker and argue too
Till I turned up the heat....
And the whole... Box.... Blew
They'd stolen my freedom
They'd taken my rights
They thought they could get away
Yeah they thought they were bright
Till I locked them in a box
And turned off the lights
A pool of black surrounds this box
Bombs, grenades, and lots of locks
They sit and bicker and argue too
Till I turned up the heat....
And the whole... Box.... Blew
Mystery man posted this prior to me making my account. It was a poem I'd written about my mental illness that I'd typed on his phone. If you haven't seen this already, enjoy.
