Final
Sickeningly, misplaced silence
But there is a wall of brutal, cruel whispers
Resting in the space between your eyes
You are my masterpiece, constructed of screams
My smile, it is carved into the night painted on my window
I've been branded a slave
By pure madness, I have been claimed
I'd relish in the sight of this nightmare burning to ashes
Deliberately mocked by that which I have summoned
In illusion, it is depicted
Beneath the wicked, beneath the noose I stand
Metaphorically I see
My hanging rope, braided
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