In Bed

September 20, 2010
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He was a forgotten soul, a forgotten mind
An unsure moment in time, seen by the blind.
To be cleansed and removed of his condition
He would find just enough signatures for his spiritual petition.
Instead he was stuck in a white washed room,
Watching the kidnapping of his sanity slowly loom.
A disappearance of happiness slows the wheel,
But he doesn't condone the inability to feel.
A lower moral standard as sharp as a knife
made them all bleed on to the forever page of life
it was the drugs that made him this insensitive
he was about to leave but wantedtogive
justawordofadvice dontthinktwice

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