Wednesday, January 6, 2016

much ado about everything

i want to move but my limbs are tied
Someone get me out of this tide
Before i drown and shut it all down
My silence is my sound

Will someone listen on what is written
Before my sentience die
Along with reason
Before the innocent's cry
From unjust treason
For i have written what's not to be denied


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