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[aid] => mick
[title] => Endless Cycle
[time] => 2005-08-29 16:29:24
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[bodytext] => My mind is a prison with many metal bars I try to run from it, but I can't leave the scars My memory is the warden that presides Over my sentence, while I try to hide Love wont leave me alone anymore Why can't I leave, give it what for I fall in love with the girls that are taken And now the electric chair, my brain is bakin' My mind is dead, but my body is still breathing I can still see, but I've lost all feeling I feel like crying, I'm always dying You think you know me, but I've been lying Every morning I get up and wonder why Every night I lay down, and start to cry My exterior shell hides the fangs Hides the emptiness, hides the pain Part 2 Love threw the switch and killed me again I guess I deserve it, I tried to hide my sins Lust and love, and my selfish game I never knew I'd loose before I gained Lost the love of my life tonight I've decided to give up that fight He's won you and I lost it all Off this ledge of love, I start to fall Again I stand here, in this cell Again I stand here, rotting in hell The warden throws the switch another time I'm dead again, I fell out of line Part 3 I'm here again, another girl, another bar I'm feeling good, as she starts to get in the car I start to realize I'm living the same scene As I see her boyfriend and she starts to scream Rape they called it, even though I never touched Her thigh they called it, even though it was the clutch Now I sit in this cell again, only this is real Now I really do have something to fear They beat me something fierce But their clubs they cannot peirce The truth in my mind It doesn't matter this time Part 4 Arraignment is followed by lies I rot in this cell, like a wingless fly They give me food, and a guy names Steve All the while, my mind still imagining my Eve Six years I rot in this cell Six years is a long time to spend in hell Hell can take a toll on one's mind Afterwards sanity is hard to find Forever meant to spin an endless web Hundreds of strange turns in this life I've led [comments] => 4 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 13 [informant] => CrazyCowboy557 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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