Could this feeling be stopped?
My nights are spent in a dream land,
One dream after anotherI feel something is wrong,
And needs to be set rightI feel, am locked up in a prison,
With no light dashing into my roomI feel trapped in a bubble
With less air for me to breatheI feel am dying slowly,
With no priest around me to bless me as I take my last breathI don’t know how to stop this,
But I wish I could stop this feeling.This bitterness is killing me,
Could this feeling be stopped?
By Beneth
06/06/2010