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[bodytext] => Locked inside these four walls Trapped here like a caged beast. I need escape, my freedom calls My spirit is crying for the feast Yet Im confined to this place. And what is this feverish cell Its a life lived within the race I need a break form this dark hell About to explode, a gun half-cocked Ill kill myself soon if Im not let free The door to my brain sits locked Who has the key? Is it in me? Limited to a life I avidly hate Longing to break these chains that bind I need a future, this cant be my fate Im escaping tonight; Im losing my mind. Crazy. Out of my mind. Crazy. The lights are on. Crazy. But no ones home. The free world is vast, a mystery. Im a nobody in a world dark and alone No one knows me, they ask not my history I wander to the desert, into the unknown. And as I sit at her house, bottle in hand My needy mind has been released I set out to explore Eliots Dead Land My real body, real life are now deceased. The cactus looms before me, beauty forlorn An Indian greets me, images flash on his chest ?Welcome home, youre about to be reborn. My world shall be yours, my sky your nest Now come join the divine feast of friends. I followed him into the cactus, my heart aflame This was the beginning of all other ends Never again would my spirit be the same. Crazy. Ive lost my mind. Crazy. Somewhere out there. Crazy. Oer the rainbow. I lie in her room, under the desk transfixed Empty bottles surround me on the floor They cant find me, my minds been fixed They find my body, my souls out the door. Im shaken. Im slapped. But I wont wake. I?m outside their world, a darker side of town Limitless and free, I weep for livings sake Always ascending, none can bring me down Ive boarded the blue bus, flying high Leaving behind the Grey Town on earth My new home is with the giants of the sky My Indian returns me to a land of mirth Where I walk on the water, nothing to miss I pray that one day I can greet you here And we can live together in ethereal bliss. Let your Indian guide you, have no fear. Crazy. Thats what they say Crazy. Sure seems that way. Crazy. But maybe its you. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 260 [topic] => 59 [informant] => MrMojoRisin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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