Miles and miles of the same thing
Locks no key can be found for
What is this torture?
They lock up
Our physical bodies
And murder your souls
Never meant to be known to this world
Hell brought out
From beyond the grave
Hundreds of thousands of needles
One prick is all it takes
To lose your life
The sting of a thousand wasps
Hunting you
Never ending
You are prey
How can you hope to live
When everyone wants you dead?


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