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Heaven's Hell
The room is white. There is no light.
I begin to fright. I think I've lost my sight.
Then come the whispers. Cutting deep like scissors.
Trying to find the door. I find nothing more,
Than six solid walls. Suddenly I hear footfalls.
A name someone calls. It echoes through the halls.
I try to answer back but my jaw is slack.
Walking in circles again. When did this all begin?
Shadows appear and disappear. Some even wearing a sneer.
There is something else here. And it wants to see fear.
Now the whispers are clear. They are calling me near.
To where I do not know. But There is where I will go.
Tired of this battle. Everything starts to rattle.
The walls start breaking. My entire body is shaking.
Sorry, I was only faking. Insanity is always taking
My conscious away. It leaves me withered and fray.
Now is the day. The memories stay. Locked inside they
Can no longer hurt. What was buried beneath the dirt.
A shred of laughter. Followed with a murder after.
The amusement is fun. And I'm not even done.
The Demon is kind. If you have the right mind.
The Angel is not so nice. Unless you bring a sacrifice.
In this white room. There is only gloom.
I'm cold and alone. But that's okay, it's all I've ever known.
An unscripted play. Acting with no delay.
Again and again, the voices come back. turning into a flurry of black.
Till nothing left remains. This white room now has stains.
I begin to fright. I think I've lost my sight.
Then come the whispers. Cutting deep like scissors.
Trying to find the door. I find nothing more,
Than six solid walls. Suddenly I hear footfalls.
A name someone calls. It echoes through the halls.
I try to answer back but my jaw is slack.
Walking in circles again. When did this all begin?
Shadows appear and disappear. Some even wearing a sneer.
There is something else here. And it wants to see fear.
Now the whispers are clear. They are calling me near.
To where I do not know. But There is where I will go.
Tired of this battle. Everything starts to rattle.
The walls start breaking. My entire body is shaking.
Sorry, I was only faking. Insanity is always taking
My conscious away. It leaves me withered and fray.
Now is the day. The memories stay. Locked inside they
Can no longer hurt. What was buried beneath the dirt.
A shred of laughter. Followed with a murder after.
The amusement is fun. And I'm not even done.
The Demon is kind. If you have the right mind.
The Angel is not so nice. Unless you bring a sacrifice.
In this white room. There is only gloom.
I'm cold and alone. But that's okay, it's all I've ever known.
An unscripted play. Acting with no delay.
Again and again, the voices come back. turning into a flurry of black.
Till nothing left remains. This white room now has stains.
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