These four walls,
They speak to me.
One is even my lover
It holds me at night.
Their never changing words become cold,
They stare blankly back when I cry.
These four walls are closing in on me.
I can barely breath they **** my emotion,
Someone open that cracked door.
Someone paint these walls, so they cannot see me anymore.
Someone press their lips to mine and breath life back into my icy unmoved body.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
These four walls,
They speak to me.
One is even my lover
It holds me at night.
Their never changing words become cold,
They stare blankly back when I cry.
These four walls are closing in on me.
I can barely breath they **** my emotion,
Someone open that cracked door.
Someone paint these walls, so they cannot see me anymore.
Someone press their lips to mine and breath life back into my icy unmoved body.