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A Flower in The Prison
I treated you like a gold crown of unknown king
While you were treating me like a cheep wood
Cane controlling my life to the wrong way.
You took me away from the warm love of my parents.
I thought you would be a tante that will protect me from
The fears of life that seemed already crushed it.
My happiness isn't the same I have to weep with lots of
Tears with my open bottle of Russian Vodka who can easily
Get me drunk to get the taste of happiness.
Inside my heart there was a space for your love that had almost
Controlled my feelings to you before, but now everything has changed
Inside that space I filled with heavy rock as a sign of you betrayed me.
That is way I could easily hold a sharpe knife walking towards
The room were you throw me away like a burning cigarette.
I oped the door by running just to stab you like a bandits.
To have your unremovable blood away from my clothing who are now
Different to a red colour custom of Women prisoners waiting for my
Rule to be on the Electric chair so I could die by myself instead of
Being a flower in the prison by myself.
21/12/2013
