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thorny ropes

Physically I'm in my room
sitting on my wooden bed
silently
but mentally, where I'm?

inside a dark blank room
a jail without door
tied on the darkest corner 
with sharp thorny ropes

unable to move even a little
cause I'm hanged on the top
with keen iron nails
piercing my hand, legs and throat

i can't even speak by my own
if i did, even if tried
I'll sleep helplessly
on bed of knife and forks

hopeless and movement less
Alone, depressed and lost
watching and listening everything
crawling to run or die on floor

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