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On Fire (6, May 2011)
So tired,
So slow,
Don't care where I go.
Go find me a home,
And stay there forever.
Locked behind those doors,
Waiting for the walls to close in.
A gory mess I will be,
Thanks to these walls that talk to me.
So slow,
Don't care where I go.
Go find me a home,
And stay there forever.
Locked behind those doors,
Waiting for the walls to close in.
A gory mess I will be,
Thanks to these walls that talk to me.
Published 18th Jan 2016
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19th Jan 2016 1:52am
This sounds like a pretty hard experience. Very well and profoundly described. I feel almost claustrophobic reading about those walls.
