Serving Time

Sadness enveloped the night
This has been a city of melancholy
Curled in bed, fist clenched tight
Gone sceptic of what's holy

Trapped in these four walls
Not knowing which is the way out
Trembling in terror as the night falls
Composure is what's totally without

In this prison of loneliness
Time must be served
For all the wrong judgment
You'll get what you deserve

Sun, Aug 5, 2012
10:33:39 AM
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