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My Escape
I escape with music.
I use it
To escape this world
Of which I've hurled
Upon since i was born.
I have worn
The face of every emotion.
I'm tired of the commotion
I go through every day.
I need to find a way
Out of this hell.
I can hear my death bell
Ringing in my ear.
It's time to go
So fill my hole.
I use it
To escape this world
Of which I've hurled
Upon since i was born.
I have worn
The face of every emotion.
I'm tired of the commotion
I go through every day.
I need to find a way
Out of this hell.
I can hear my death bell
Ringing in my ear.
It's time to go
So fill my hole.
Published 2nd Oct 2012
| Edited 16th Jan 2013
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Anonymous
3rd Oct 2012 00:52am
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15th Jan 2013 11:43pm
Ahhhh... yes. We all have times when we turn up the music to block out the world and try to gain solace from which this world doesn't always provide.
Maybe you should title this "My Escape," because it would fit with your main idea of the poem.
Maybe you should title this "My Escape," because it would fit with your main idea of the poem.
