An Escort To The Dungeon

Escort me through thine eyes
To the dungeon of pain
All sufferings and melancholic strains
Where I’m prisoned with myself
Laughing
Yelling
Gasping
And peace
Piece by piece
Dashing off my veins
©jeyforyou

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