Deep within

Like a death row pardon,

The ticks come after me.
In the cold prison bars,
That created deep scars.
Not easy to forget,
Yes, impossible indeed.
So don’t you ever try,
For it will be the same,
Just hurting more,
Don’t wanna feel, no more.
Melancholy, yes
That’s what it’s here,
So don’t you ever feel
The same way still.
Because you’ll only disappoint thyself,
For it is already made and cleared.
-end-
Written full of pain.
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