DemonAK49

Dying She is, but aging beautifully; Putting up an optimistic front, and does so dutifully Dying To be the one in her place, so that she may live, and I, be erased Dying To understand and not wanting to at the same time, and yet knowing, someday, her Fate will be mine Dying To live, dying to die; dying to lie dormant, dying to cry Dying In silence despite the countless vows I've made, yet eager to retire to an early grave Dying To let someone know and save me, but also refuse to let it show to anyone but me Dying Like my Grandma, though she's unaware, along with what's left of her bald head of sparse, silvery-grey hair Dying

My Mental Prison There's only one way in and one way out, and it is not the way one came in My Mental Prison It is often said that "the eyes are the windows to one's own soul."  However, I feel, there are others My Mental Prison Is a grey jail cell with only one window My Mental Prison The window has vertical bars that barr my view of thoughts and emotions My Mental Prison The walls and floor are bare, for it is a mere luxury to adorn my mental prison with such fineries My Mental Prison There is only one glass box that contains my heart, and it reads, "In case of falling in love, break glass."  Then, after my heart has been broken,

This House is My Prison Once inside itm I feel trapped and suffocating to the point that I cannot breathe freely This House is My Prison Inside it, while working to help my family , the chores are like chains on my mind, heart, spirit, soul, and body.  And time...time is the whip that forces me to get the chores done, and won't give me any peace until they are done. This House is My Prison The outside, painted and peeling yellow paint, looks warm and inviting, but alas, its a trap, and ll who step foot over the threshold are its victims.  On the inside, I feel as though the air has been sucked out of the house , but everyone just seems t