by Robert Rogers

Created on: June 11, 2009

Run vile and poisoned the blood through my veins

Churned to a bitter hate and pain within my gut

Consumed by these wicked thoughts within my mind

For I have no flame for which to see in this darkness

It consumes me utterly and completely

Conceals all that could be warm in a cold hell

A cell for my emotions to die in torture

With out remorse or compassion as my soul shrivels

Impaled by the bitter spikes of hate and venom

Which infect my body and spirit with chaos

My days becomes a collection jumbled turmoil

Until the final moments of disturbia come to a screeching halt

I've escaped

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