Deadly thrills, happy chills,
living life in prisons.
Nothing but time to kill,
have anything except freedom.
Jailers only have taking in mind,
while the trapped are forever blind,
always blinking when they're thinking.
Bright lights confine our eyes,
in world's fake screens of lies.
Can't really hold a knife in life,
can't express because no one connects.
Fear bills, happy pills, it all kills wills.
Afraid even though we try,
sad but no idea why,
cry awhile in this permanent
scintillated scene.
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Personal Poem List
PoesiaThis will be where I write my poems from here on out. I do not have a specific agenda for releasing them, nor do I intend to publish them. This is just a document where I can place my thoughts down in the art of poetry. All of this is original work...
