"This will be the last"
said the wind.
"Where are you going with
my burning flesh?
"I am going down
to shoot my self."
From the roof top balcony,
I jumped.
and with my body
fell all the good I have done.
way down,
where I can be free.
Aint no hang man
gonna put no rope 'round me.
I feel it deep inside.
The outside,
the coldness
of being a servent
7 days a week,
I cant get away.
There are ways out,
and ways to level your mind,
come and take them from me.
Lets not talk,
the hour is getting late.
7/15/07 11:31pm
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