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Hear the warden mumble, Oh, count his every steps. Hide away your treasures, and clean away the mess. Metal hinges an omen, their shriek means nothing good. Hold of your breath and heartbeat as the corpse does in the woods. Glue your teeth together Oh, put your fears aside. Jump into the bunk bed, convinced it's only lies. Catch a drop of moisture, Running down your cheek. The ceiling upstairs is leaking, just as it has been for weeks. Focus on the thunder, Oh, count each brutal ray. Notice the cladded boot-heels Get closer every day. Dream of that cruel sentence, the one that wakes up to **** Imagine feeling empty, your mind completely still. Reopen the old memories, the ones you thought you'd lost. Kiss those vague companions, which's faces you've forgot. Calm those inner voices, Oh, believe there's no despair. Yet smell a fire burning, Under the gibbet's stairs.
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
Awarden
Hear the warden mumble, Oh, count his every steps. Hide away your treasures, and clean away the mess. Metal hinges an omen, their shriek means nothing good. Hold of your breath and heartbeat as the corpse does in the woods. Glue your teeth together Oh, put your fears aside. Jump into the bunk bed, convinced it's only lies. Catch a drop of moisture, Running down your cheek. The ceiling upstairs is leaking, just as it has been for weeks. Focus on the thunder, Oh, count each brutal ray. Notice the cladded boot-heels Get closer every day. Dream of that cruel sentence, the one that wakes up to **** Imagine feeling empty, your mind completely still. Reopen the old memories, the ones you thought you'd lost. Kiss those vague companions, which's faces you've forgot. Calm those inner voices, Oh, believe there's no despair. Yet smell a fire burning, Under the gibbet's stairs.
henrybrooke
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
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