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-=Prison=-



I am the break in your last hope
I am the quiver in your voice
I am the bitter end of the rope
I am your most regretted choice
The tainted heart of a jealous thought
Mild at first, then wretched and wrought
with the irons forged by your own fire
the stagnant lies which keep you mired
within this sea of uselessness
above all things hold you your tireless
search for brighter days
only to remind you in a thousand ways
that you are controlled by me you see
and perhaps you forget you are owned by me
So look downward, to the aching mire
for it is your home this putrid fire
that dwells within your trampled heart
for I, quite simply, cannot part
with such a splendid soul to bleed
who fills me with so much to feed
from which I gather my truest vow
happiness i give thee,
but only what i allow...


©2003 Samurai!FX/Marc Guerrero