Fortresses are prisons… or, That-there dam, created this-here flood!

September 26, 2011

Build the dam;
Dig dungeons deep,
For there are secrets…
I “must” keep.
Don’t even ask;
Don’t ever tell.

For the last twelve men, that

didn’t

go well…

So here I sit, in bitterness, my prison.
Here I lay, a captive to my soul,
and there it goes, desire, all like a pidgeon.
Yes, there it goes, my chance at living, whole.

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