Home, Sweet HomeA Poem by Zi
This place is poison, it's toxic
Time drips away, here Like venom off the fang of a beast There are two options When you live in a place like this You can let it become you You can let it change you You can let it corrupt you Or you can find freedom Freedom in detachment Freedom in the cold Freedom in losing your mind This place is a prison, a cage The walls are always shifting inward Slowly choking off the air And, when you can no longer breathe, The rage takes over © 2011 ZiReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 18, 2011 Last Updated on May 18, 2011 AuthorZiValley Stream, NYAboutWelcome to The Academy for Tortured Souls, I'll be your instructor... Well, that used to be me... I wrote the old bio when I first joined several years ago. I was an emotionally unstable teenager w.. more..Writing
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