priceforfreedom
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Trapped in darkness.
Forever it seems.
An eternity I wait,
until a slither of light navigated into my prison.
FREEDOM! I CAN GET FREE!
not quite...
Angel-Headed hipsters
Lend me your ears
For I constantly find myself wondering
How many of us are really here?
How many of us are truly living our lives
The pens will drop
When the sun darkens
In the hearts of the twisted
of the broken and ravenous
The doors will crack
When the fist pounds
On the hearts of the sick
Of the wounded and tired
