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Living a death, or, dying a life.)

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White Walls

Clear, the screams sent my body into shocks
My hot blood flowed, the adrenaline made tides of it
Boiling sweat rolled down my cheeks into a box,
My body formed - curled, so that my eyes were hid

Voices pounded my earlobes in flairs of a samurai's stroke
'Help me! ', 'We're dying! ' 'Don't just stand there! '
It was only a matter of time before my mind had broke
After guilt tripping, how could I possibly stand fear?

Clear, the jolts shot searing silver bullets into my nerves
Pieces of the walls chipped & crumbled down to the floor
Reality bended; shadows became 3-dimensional, with curves
I grasped my blanket but I am still cold, I need more

The walls seep cold drafts with shards of ice jagged rough
My blanket shrinks in size, I can never grab enough
My body extended forth, I sat up - never thinking the same
My eyes widened,
It seems I was the only one here truly insane

And these walls will never go away.

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