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Inside these walls plastered with torment
I cry and grasp urging forgiveness.
Ropes of relief, I climb above and look down to you.
A promise of serenity. Soothing the fantasy.
Bent down on my knees. I could have stopped all this.
But now I've ended it and I fulfill these walls.
I'm dancing in your dreams. I'll look so perfect here.
I remained in my room, while you unknowing waited downstairs.
The darkest room I could find.
Filled with lights haunting to other sides.
(We feel the walls. We feel your face.)
Did we see your face?
Did we feel your shadow?
Mirrors paint portraits of animosity.
And we will be alone homesick in our own home.
We curse the surprise.
Cursed with no goodbyes.
Left with but a note, found in little hands, hanging/swinging from a tightened rope.
The ghost we make, our minds create, the one that brought us pain.
See the walls, They're closing in. The way we sleep is on our feet.)
The lights we see echo the mind's eye
The lights we feel design energy
Should we close this closet door to trap the screams that haunt this house?
Burn it to the ground. We can't stand this home.
(The house of disconnection.)
Gather the ash and over take the abyss.
Follow the moon.
Scatter the sins in bright glowing light.
Choke on the air.
With memories burned in our lungs
there is no letting go
In time these wounds will heal, but the scars will always show.