Sneaking in silently,
whispering
secrets and conspiracies.
This is a puzzle,
scattered by
your thoughtless actions.
Voice still as stone,
I am held
prisoner of my mind.
The hands around my throat,
are not your's
but my very own.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
Sneaking in silently,
whispering
secrets and conspiracies.
This is a puzzle,
scattered by
your thoughtless actions.
Voice still as stone,
I am held
prisoner of my mind.
The hands around my throat,
are not your's
but my very own.
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