It's written on my ugly face There's nothing I can hide I loath this dark and wreched place this prison I create inside I'm already locked up in the mind My hopes are lost as well they say happiness is hard to find But it doesn't exsist here in hell You can't convict this forsaken child for I've already convicted myself. You can't teach this kid to smile nothing on earth seems to help. I pray to die in the night Grimness is what I feel It's been months since I've seen the light My life that the darkness steals Curse my name and lock the door It's what you do the best I am not a puppets whore so sentence me to death. By: ERIK S. GONZALES COUNTY JAIL 2001Birth sign: Aquarius
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