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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1286467

A poem. By me. Some sort of psychopathy.

Silence, as the first bricks laid,
Soon the light begins to fade...

I'll wall you up,
I'll trap you in,
Free from light
Yet free from sin...

Screaming, as the darkness falls
Upon the gap between the walls...

Brick you in and
Block you out,
Slowly starving
In your private drought...

Silence, as the third night ends,
Guess we never could be friends...
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