He stares out his house
He stares out the tree
Quite as a mouse
Who could he be
When will he himself show
He's with the V.A.
Just to follow his code
to come take me away
By his hands around my throat
Back to hell he will say
Back to that lovely white coat
Nothin you can do to delay
Time to go back to the hospital
where theres no one to relate
Where father time is just prodigal
And there they can easily sedate
But i wont come so easy
I will put up a good fight
Crack your face o so sleazy
Swing a crow bar with all my might
I'd keep swinging till you dont move
untill the blood drained out your ears
I'd run so there is nothing to prove
But you wouldn't see a tear
Cause you torment me day and night
Do you know how hard that makes living
If you show yourself prepare for a fright
cause I'll be forever unforgiving
What did you think
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celadia, i think they do care deep down. they just have to work everyday and that must make them miserable. if we had to do it, we'd probably be the same over time.
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I love your poetry, I know so much how this is, those terrible non-caring people at those torture chambers they call hospitals, they are so callous all those people and don't really care if we live or die, I guess only our relatives care about us.
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i like this it flows really well... the backgrounds a bit glarey though ..well done
keep em coming
.pixi
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