passing
of time wont let you forget me
it's
my face you see behind closed eyes
memory
causes doubt in your voice
can't
make me leave though you try
you
were hand picked and my personal choice
enjoyed
your screams while cutting your flesh
it
made me feel delirious
stepped
back to look at the mess
I'm
here because of that, you're serious
locked
up in this padded room of white
told
not to resist it's useless
still
I continue to fight
being
locked in a psych ward's a nuisance
I'll
escape when the stars are aligned
then
I'll make you and I a we
that
should give you piece of mind
Love
is a Four Letter Word
Copyright
© 2014 by Patrick B Vince
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