Saturday, May 7, 2011

Taken

Torn from the creature I helped torture
Behind the conscience dungeon
The gloomy den of an empty dream
Given to slavery
Had to master his own
My given
Taken away
Made to survive
Alone
A technicolor in making him sweat
Battered
Bruised
Forgotten with time
The voice calls with little air
Yet not enough time

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