These walls have begun to speak,
They whisper at night,
The floor beneath me creaks,
Worn out by the bodies it hides.
All the shadows gather and talk,
About the new me you've brought,
Said she doesn't cry like I did,
Perhaps she hasn't seen the things you hid,
Things that make my skin crawl,
Things that aren't human at all,
Why would she care,
When she's one of them too?
Not your fault if the demons you keep,
Are beginning to fall in love with you.
~Alaska.
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