ZZ9

I find no words that will quell,
when bound and chained in my cell
Gagged and caged so I can't yell
Caged and gagged 'til my will fell

Beaten bloody of skin waxen
Normality dwelling as a terbit
My opinion of life forever moonish,
leaving me at life's fag end

Blinding cold and a babe moon-eyed
Bound and caged tight inside
Dawning emotion such ebbing tide,
leading way for words outcried

Raped and left without my quidity
Take me back whence-so-ever,
because reality is so moon-shiny
Hurdle the moon for a lark

I endure the beration,
I plead for arbitration
instead I get degredation,
creating more dissmilation

Letting this become kithe,
prone to sorts of merdicant,
bringing forth a metamorphose,
only ending in a yock

7/25/04
ŠHannahlore Starr
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