Chapter 4: The Wall,The Wall

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The Wall, The Wall

I

the world fades from my fingertips

like blood oozing from an open wound

the sky is ripped apart and full of thunder

and my eyes are twisted in pain

shut the door and lock me within

the light is buzzing and flickering

something is about to explode

or maybe thats just my soul

softly touch the wall and it corrodes

the white paint peels and turns black

and cracks appear on the surface

a garbage touch that ruins it all

for years the signs of ruin were there

building up behind fragile white walls

and now i sit here with an open chest

my heart nailed to the damned wall

and as the world fades from my fingertips

like blood from an open wound

the sky outside is bloody and tormented

and i cant begin to see my own reality

II

im so afraid that if i get up ill fall again

damned by the ghosts of the past

the flashing glare of reality looms larger

closing in on me and slapping me

if only someone could open the door

and let me out of this foreboding room

perhaps i could see more than whats inside

instead of slicing myself in half

remember it was your verse that ended me

slicing off my fingers one by one

it was when my heart was nailed to the wall

that i truly forgot how to feel

my sickening screams echo loudly

throughout the confines of my own mind

reverberating down my spine

and leaving me in a shivering fit

as the world fades from my fingertips

like blood pouring from an open wound

the sky outside has faded to a deep black

and i cant begin to see my own reality

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