The curtains are closing, the locks are being sealed.
I'll do no more posing, this time, it's for real.
Away from my family, away from the sun.
I can no longer stand proudly, I can have no more fun.
Trapped in a box, with cold steal bars.
I sit here and wait, the day will soon come.
Although years later, so soon to my release.
I tried to escape, escape the great lease.
I break lose from jail! Im am happy and free!
I go back to my family, happily waiting for me.
I walk up to the door, but before I could knock.
I was shot in the head, and sent into the dark.
 Bloody Rosaline · Thu Mar 01, 2007 @ 03:58am · 3 Comments |
