Freedom

VULGER · Nov 30, 2005, 01:03 AM

Freedom

Trapped behind this window I wait.

Beyond these panes of glass people conjugate.

Lady Justice is blind by the deeds of evil men.

The hammer echoes the planks of wood in sequences of ten.

Hands pressed to the transom feeling the warmth of the sun.

Eyelids closed wishing one more day to play and run.

Frayed knots make up the necktie that swings all about,

I can hear the sound of angry voices as they scream and shout.

A deep breath is exhaled from my weakening lungs.

Deepening hatred imbues thoughts of severed tongues.

Blood is now coursing through my veins with suicidal alacrity.

Feeling the weight of sins past; muscles quiver with electricity.

The key is placed into the lock and my fate is soon told.

The clouds soon suffocate the sun and bring winds of cold.

Walking what is known as the last mile I stride ahead.

The light pulled from my eyes as the bag is placed onto my head.

I once sat behind this window wishing I was free.

Mirrored irony as my image swings from this tree.

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VULGER

Falstaff · Nov 30, 2005, 02:31 AM

bravo

Nov 30, 2005, 01:03 AM	#1
VULGER DriverHeaven Newbie Join Date: Nov 2005 Posts: 9 Rep Power: 0	Freedom Freedom Trapped behind this window I wait. Beyond these panes of glass people conjugate. Lady Justice is blind by the deeds of evil men. The hammer echoes the planks of wood in sequences of ten. Hands pressed to the transom feeling the warmth of the sun. Eyelids closed wishing one more day to play and run. Frayed knots make up the necktie that swings all about, I can hear the sound of angry voices as they scream and shout. A deep breath is exhaled from my weakening lungs. Deepening hatred imbues thoughts of severed tongues. Blood is now coursing through my veins with suicidal alacrity. Feeling the weight of sins past; muscles quiver with electricity. The key is placed into the lock and my fate is soon told. The clouds soon suffocate the sun and bring winds of cold. Walking what is known as the last mile I stride ahead. The light pulled from my eyes as the bag is placed onto my head. I once sat behind this window wishing I was free. Mirrored irony as my image swings from this tree. _____________ VULGER __________________

Nov 30, 2005, 02:31 AM	#2
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,047 Rep Power: 206	bravo __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."