Sore Leg Reflection

Fervently written on Nov, 24 2008

These shackles…
Sore
They pull me down
I’m trapped within familiar grounds
Sweet searing pain, dastard limb
Dragged at times like a SAW movie victim

Bound, bored…

Incessantly listening to warping sound
of Hexagram, Deftones, with their screaming hound
Shackled sheltered entombed stuck
I’m still here
I’m still here
oh f…

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