Prisoner of my own mind
They keep a ball and chain at my ankles
Most days I can walk and carry it just fine
But other days I feel the hurt inside
Sometimes I'll break free from the prison
And see a little bit of light
But little do I know
The guards are a step ahead of me
Each and every time
They want to keep me imprisoned
So I have no happiness to survive
When I have anything good for me
They slowly slaughter them with an
Extremely dull knife
The Grim Reaper has come
The ball and chain
Make it impossible to escape
So by death of the scythe
My death sentence was served
As the prisoner of my mind-
{Kye}
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Death Is The New Life
PoetryOriginal poems put together to make a fabulous collection. Poems about the wrong society does and the tragedy that happens in every day life. After all a lot of walking people are dead inside. Enjoy!
