Trapped Within

July 20, 2009
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My prison is my sanctuary
But nothing I have done wrong
The key to the door is my sanity
Has come back to me in any way
The walls are sculpted irony
So I guess I'm safe for another beat
The floor is wit, tried and true
I expect back lash for every strum
The bed is made of well-worn trust
But Fate is only just teasing me
Frayed and brackish with misuse
My prison is my sanctuary
Will you ever tread here once more?

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