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You're a disgrace

Rising from my bed
The flies hit my face
Creeping through my head
“Damn, you’re a disgrace”

The walls are painted
Blood and rust
My mind is tainted
“Escape we must”

We press our love
Against the door
With one shove
Door no more

Into the hall
We stepped
Risking it all
We crept

A few drains
Lined the floor
Too many brains
Lined the floor

Insanity clouds the air
Polluting our mind
Life isn’t fair
So leave it behind

Opposite of me
Stands a figure black
It’s all we can see
Leading the pack

The walls are sick
With bile and blood
The beatings are thick
Dark will soon flood

We begin to walk
To ease our thought
Their eyes they stalk
Fear is caught

Every face
Is exactly the same
Keeping our pace
We asked for the shame

The prisoners reach
For our skin
Their lack of speech
Spelling sin

Now we know
Who they are
Their nails grow
And thirst to scar

We saw our mother
After our lost love
Replaced by no other
Than the ones above

Looking forward again
The figure is gone
Wondering where and when
The figure has gone

We turned around
And noticed suddenly
The doors were downed
The prisoners were free

They snatched our wrist
We left the floor
They made us twist
Until we tore

Our blood came soiled
And oozed slow
Love was spoiled
Before it could grow

The pool on the tile
Reflects our face
Their sadistic smile
Their Amber eyed face
Taught a lot
Before we thought
“Damn, you’re a disgrace”
Written by Zodiax (Rob Washick)
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