Four Walls
[03.31.04]
This is my confinement
This is my cell
This is my quarters
This is Hell
Place a mirror before me to watch my life pass by
Give me a paper and pen to ink my good-byes
Shut the light from the windows to imitate my heart
Close my eyes, from this world I will part
These are my hands
These are my fingers
These are razors
These are my pills
Slice my skin to bleed out the pain
Open my up to expose all my shame
Open my mouth for the pills to fill my throat
Open my lungs for the last breath of hope
There is my body
There is my loathing
There is my creation
There is my failure
This is a sad end to a tragic beginning
Born into four walls ever spinning
Dead in the four walls of meaning
Only to live in your walls of loving
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