Locked up (Freewrite)
• Written by Bricson
Caged in my conscience,
My head is the harness,
Allot on my chest,
To you its a target,
A heartless carcass,
Infested with darkness.
Evicted from earth
So i visit the martians.
Your sky is my carpet.
If stars are your target.
Then aim for my armpit.
My name is alarmin'
So alert the sergeant.
Then Cock the glock and discharge it.
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Bricson
Member since July 10 2015