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These 4 Walls...

I am in a room.
A white room with 4 walls.
4 empty walls, no window no door...
I sit in this room
And I stare at these for walls.
As I stare the once blank walls start to fill.
With ink blavk as night... Ink that writes out words.
These words are secrets
Good, bad, things from the darkest corners of my mind
These 4 walls whisper to me
All that I am guilty of. All the wrongs ive done.
I am trapped there is no escape.
Not from these 4 walls that whisper to me. That call out my name.
These 4 walls call for justice. Spilling all my dirt out in front of me.
Projected out from my mind
for all the world to see.

I cover my ears and close my eyes.
To try and shut out all the walls do.
But it is all to no avail.
On and on the walls continue
Till slowly but surely the whispers die down.
The words fade away.
Till theres nothing left
But These 4 Walls again