Poems from Not-so-joyful-person

The ground is cold and dirty The shackles on your wrists are sturdy The room is dark, very quiet You can escape, you have to try it Wait...
The ground is cold and dirty The shackles on your wrists are sturdy The room is dark, very quiet You can escape, you have to try it Wait...
I remember, I thought she was everything. Her visits, were sacred to my innocent heart. No doubt in mind, that she was perfect. I was...