I love prison break especially Michael but instead I wrote a poem about t-bag. I know ew,! you know the drill just read and review!
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It was my fathers sin
But it has tainted me!
I am left to bottomless insecurity
And wallowing in self pity
sick and twisted are my dreams
though I cannot weep
for in the place I am
what will become of me!
My actions are without mercy
my tongue wounds to those it speaks
my hands know only death and destruction
what will become of me!
I desire what is good and beautiful
But not in care to keep
I offer false protection
And my victims are those who befriend me
What will become of me!
There is no word in the dictionary
no word a person can speak
I am a creature without a name
What will become of me!
No one will attend my funeral
No one will throw the dirt
No one will give a rose
Or even a kind word
Then my laments will end
And my torturous soul will descend
Into the fires of torment
That is my second hell!