Ashes

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I wrote sweet memories of you

Yet, you still hunger for my doom

You hover in the dark cracks

Nails running down chalkboards

You cackle "ashes,ashes,ashes,ashes"

Ashes checked out long ago

She lives behind a heavy red door

No light ever seeps through

All that can be heard knocking

Knocking

Knocking

Knocking

It echoes never ceasing

Ashes is a prisoner forever jailed

Her bonds unbelievable

Carry on my sweet jailer

We shall live through my torture

My sin who really knows

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