Captive of humanity
For my occult nature I was entombed aliveA moment of a lifetime passed, but I lay dormant
Slowly my influence turned my prison into a corrosive hive
attached to the walls by my own flesh, I suffer the life of a ghost, a revenant
...
Is it not the right of every man to live their dreams?
Even if they are filled with bewildered laughs and tortured screams...
Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2007-02-07 at 16:14
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