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Author: The Love Demi Goddess
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/General - Reviews: 6 - Published: 05-19-05 - Updated: 05-19-05 - id:1917350

Release me from this prison cell.

Please, let me escape?

These bars are cold,

and my bed is empty

I can never sleep.

My heart is aching

for fresh air-

my mind is pleading

and full of despair.

There are no dreams

in this place.

There is no hope, no love

notone saving grace.

I need out of this Hell-

this hateful cage

of iron and hate

that keeps me locked within.

I want the birds-

the air again.

I want to know myself.

In this hell, with Satan I wait

like a mouse and a cat.

She’s ever hunting me

with clever eyes of fire

and claws of knives.

She is just waiting for her chance

To pounce and tear my eyes

my heart, my soul

and take it from me.

O! Please, save me

I know I’ve done wrong,

but who deserves

to be caught in the Lion’s den

With this Predator of the Night?



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