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Cry to the white walls heavy and dead You linger there between night and day, A prison now made upon this bed. Come thrashing harsh, forward raged in red. Wild men know not their bound, so they Cry to the white walls heavy and dead. Quite and subdued, weighed down as lead Appearance deceives, slowly to fray A prison now made upon this bed Voices echo one repeating thread I hear you. I won't! leave now I pray! Cry to the white walls heavy and dead One body two souls suggest to wed Morphing among, caught between as prey A prison now made upon this bed There, through the halls, chime cries of the bled This soiled earth has driven astray Cry to the white walls heavy and dead A prison now made upon this bed.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
Madhouse (Villanelle)
Cry to the white walls heavy and dead You linger there between night and day, A prison now made upon this bed. Come thrashing harsh, forward raged in red. Wild men know not their bound, so they Cry to the white walls heavy and dead. Quite and subdued, weighed down as lead Appearance deceives, slowly to fray A prison now made upon this bed Voices echo one repeating thread I hear you. I won't! leave now I pray! Cry to the white walls heavy and dead One body two souls suggest to wed Morphing among, caught between as prey A prison now made upon this bed There, through the halls, chime cries of the bled This soiled earth has driven astray Cry to the white walls heavy and dead A prison now made upon this bed.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
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