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Within the enclosed Walls of the Windowless cell Huddled in the corner A man sits motionless The coldness of the Damp brick walls Around him Creep through his Sweaty skin Clogging the pores Causing a fever No window Breaks the brick walls Of the dwarf sized cell No light Just darkness Ensnare the space Around the cross-legged man He feels his eyes Will soon go blind From the choked Layer upon thick layer Of blackness He feels his skin Will solidify Into a frozen fever Of cold All the blood and veins Beneath Slowly turning to crusts of nothing These are terrible Terrible as the jingle of The key’s click Meaning the door is locked Not to be opened Until his executioner Decides is right Terrible as the moment He caught his last Glimpse of the sun’s beams Gifting the outside world with Simple happiness But neither of these Could amount to The horrifying Sound of a single Clock’s steady Ticking Ticking Ticking away the minutes And hours remaining of his life The man sits Sits and sits Never moving His ears are continuously Invaded with this Ticking Ticking Ticking How will he survive? What seem To be weeks pass And he sits In that same corner Motionless On the edge of madness Ticking After Ticking Pass And soon He understands To fall in love With this sound Is the key He listens now And soon In place of the Ticking The man in the Windowless cell Hears music Soon an orchestra Of deep fathomless cello Smooth whispering piano Melancholy violin Echoes throughout the Tunnels of this man’s ears Now With music his companion This man Cross-legged in the corner Of the windowless cell Smiles to the Music Through his sorrows
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Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 5:16 PM UTC
Music through Sorrows
Within the enclosed Walls of the Windowless cell Huddled in the corner A man sits motionless The coldness of the Damp brick walls Around him Creep through his Sweaty skin Clogging the pores Causing a fever No window Breaks the brick walls Of the dwarf sized cell No light Just darkness Ensnare the space Around the cross-legged man He feels his eyes Will soon go blind From the choked Layer upon thick layer Of blackness He feels his skin Will solidify Into a frozen fever Of cold All the blood and veins Beneath Slowly turning to crusts of nothing These are terrible Terrible as the jingle of The key’s click Meaning the door is locked Not to be opened Until his executioner Decides is right Terrible as the moment He caught his last Glimpse of the sun’s beams Gifting the outside world with Simple happiness But neither of these Could amount to The horrifying Sound of a single Clock’s steady Ticking Ticking Ticking away the minutes And hours remaining of his life The man sits Sits and sits Never moving His ears are continuously Invaded with this Ticking Ticking Ticking How will he survive? What seem To be weeks pass And he sits In that same corner Motionless On the edge of madness Ticking After Ticking Pass And soon He understands To fall in love With this sound Is the key He listens now And soon In place of the Ticking The man in the Windowless cell Hears music Soon an orchestra Of deep fathomless cello Smooth whispering piano Melancholy violin Echoes throughout the Tunnels of this man’s ears Now With music his companion This man Cross-legged in the corner Of the windowless cell Smiles to the Music Through his sorrows
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Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 5:16 PM UTC
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