SpiritWOLF
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every day a day of pain
and the house is empty
the curtains are closed
and the door is shut
every day a day of pain
the ceiling fan murmurs
to bind the mind sealed
from the spiteful world
of black shadows once
one arrives at the gates
every day a day of pain
and the house is empty
the curtains are closed
and the door is shut
the candle-light shifts
the shadows upon walls
the box knowingly weeps
underneath feet colder
than the meaning of cold
and then the box blinks
as it gives way then the
SNAP of the rope and the
murmur of the ceiling fan
and the kicking of the feet
and the straggling of the
breathing and the silence
of the cries are now
forgotten
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I wrote this while the house was empty.
and the house is empty
the curtains are closed
and the door is shut
every day a day of pain
the ceiling fan murmurs
to bind the mind sealed
from the spiteful world
of black shadows once
one arrives at the gates
every day a day of pain
and the house is empty
the curtains are closed
and the door is shut
the candle-light shifts
the shadows upon walls
the box knowingly weeps
underneath feet colder
than the meaning of cold
and then the box blinks
as it gives way then the
SNAP of the rope and the
murmur of the ceiling fan
and the kicking of the feet
and the straggling of the
breathing and the silence
of the cries are now
forgotten
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I wrote this while the house was empty.