The walls are talking controlling my mind,
I can't think, I can't escape it's much too late, But maybe,
There's someone here to save me. I must be crazy.
But lately I've been getting this feeling inside,
Something deep in my mind. I'm changing,
But it can't be, what they burn and hide.
It's what they dread, what they fear, What they stash from lives.
You see, you can't isolate my mind with a four walled room,
You can't tell me what to think and think it's cool,
But it's not and you got to die for the ideas that you kill.
Hey, You must think it's a thrill, But still chill,
Thoughts are real.
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Fahrenheit 451 Poetry Edition
PoetryThis selection of poetry was written by me about two years ago. It is based of the book Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. It is a depiction of each character and assess their personal features.
