Freedom

By Sex Slave

Caged like an animal in lies
In a prison I created myself
The chains that hold me
Feel cold on my skin
The night is dark
There's no light to see
Freedom is my goal
Death is my prize
For wanting whats not mine
My mind was sent to hell
My soul lost to the wind
But my heart is what I really lost
And now freedom is all I want
Not for you to love me
Just to be free from your spell
Would be the key to realease from my prison
And give me my freedom

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Copyright 2004 Danielle Heyboer
Published on Saturday, October 30, 2004.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"
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  • Sex Slave On Wednesday, November 3, 2004, Sex Slave (78)By person wrote:

    Thanx Blood

  • Blood of Winter On Wednesday, November 3, 2004, Blood of Winter (296)By person wrote:

    I can relate...but, then again who can't?

  • Malice In Wonderland On Tuesday, November 2, 2004, Malice In Wonderland (987)By person wrote:

    My soul lost to the wind...lovely... Kya Scholar

  • sIo On Saturday, October 30, 2004, sIo (926)By person wrote:

    if i were you i would extend my subject range and write about something other than death...this is just a suggestion not a criticism.

  • Sex Slave On Saturday, October 30, 2004, Sex Slave (78)By person wrote:

    im gettin better and better Yay

  • Sex Slave On Saturday, October 30, 2004, Sex Slave (78)By person wrote:

    thanx

  • Zhee On Saturday, October 30, 2004, Zhee (529)By person wrote:

    really well done...you work seems to evolve with every new poem...

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