Within these white walls lies a body,
A body used for torture.
Caged in, alone and cold,
Fall deep into the quiet slumber, angel.
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You're kept within these walls against your will,
Cry to be let free, to escape these confines.
No, keep silent, don't let them hear you,
You'll be beaten again, harder this time.
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Wilting blooms smell so sweet,
But wilting skin is foul.
Cover yourself in sweet rose perfume,
Forget the fact you're rancid.
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Fresh air would be a good thing,
But none is let in.
Ask for some fresh air, beg,
I doubt you'll get anywhere.
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This room holds secrets,
Keep them inside these walls.
The white glare is blinding,
But slowly, the walls are stained.
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Smeared with innocent blood,
This beautiful painting is unfinished.
There has yet to be a date,
That this will become whole.
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Within these white walls lies a body,
A body used for torture.
Caged in, alone and cold,
Fall deep into the quiet slumber, angel.