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Strange Brew \


By seworks on 01/23/2009
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I lived my life in pale white rooms
Where whispers echo on forever
In corridors that linger on
Like memories of the old days
When I was free to roam the earth.

They fed me pills all day and night
Then sent me off inside a haze
A haze that cradled me as I
Fell underneath my spell.

I felt them clawing at my ears
At midnight the room begins to shake
I feel their voices tugging me,
Pulling me out of bed.

I crawl out of the pale white sheets
And search the room for someone there
But I find nothing, Just old dust
That sticks to the soles of my feet.

So I open the door of my room
And make my way through the white hall

The never found my body,
But the patients hear my soul.

© By seworks On 1/23/2009 12:00:51 PM
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