the free for the free <br />the prison cell is calling me <br />when death approaches that's what my future will be <br />gone through temporary restraint <br />my mind is empty like a promise from someone who sells cocaine <br />greed gradually tempting me from a higher to a lower state <br />passion and emotions turn to hate <br />when i'm gone nothing else will matter <br />any grief or sorrow is spatter <br />intensive words mere passivity in my suffering head <br />personal responsibility in the world is dead <br />world is turned up <br />reality check closes mouths up<br /><br />Mara SalvatruchaDemon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smoke-and-mirrors-8/
