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Sanitarium Slavery

4-4-2017

By Dakota LanePublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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Bleak perception.

Awaiting Death.

Praying for the end.

That each breath

will be my last.

My world should be joy.

My life is fine...

But I fear that this darkness within me

knows no such dividing line.

I've known the bowels of hell,

Lived in the darkest pits of my mind...

I fear there is no escape from these chains that externally bind me to Them.

Always there.... Voices, Accusations, Isolation...

Desolation...Hopeless Desperation.

I want to DIE!

And I want to kill.

I want to know the thrill

of taking human life with barehands, or knife.

I fucking hate everything.

I despise this mediocre world of shit.

Oh God(s)!!! Hurry up and fucking burn it!

..However, my internment in the earth is also acceptable.

sad poetry
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Dakota Lane

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