These Four Walls (Of Yours)Mature

These four wall

(Of your creation)

Strangle me

Making me breathless

Praying for an ending

(To this never ending suffering)

My lungs are on fire

Burning my insides

(From inside out)

Melting a hole in my heart

For me to bleed out

Onto the floor

For your soulless eyes

To witness

As I'm dying

(Surrounded by these four walls)

The End

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