Wednesday, November 7, 2012

A Better Fate

I wanted to leave this place,
I wanted to be gone. 
I was scared in the dark
And knew that it was wrong. 
It was like being in a cage
Without hope of escape. 
My panic rose to claim me
And I shut it out. 
I was shaking all over
And I couldn't stop.
I counted to five
And fled the scene
All I really wanted to do was scream
I needed a release from my hate
I was starting to doubt if life would be a better fate.

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