Knowledge of the Madness
Long ago, in this white room,
They bring me here everyday.
All the halls and rooms are clean.
Every night, one person disappears,
Leaving only a few to stay.
Tapping sounds walk down the hall,
As the second twin continues on.
He smiles at me for a last time,
A laugh and a chainsaw echoes along,
But ends before the clock strikes dawn.
Soon it will be my turn to visit,
The room where red flowers grow.
The gardener there will greet me,
With a very kind smile,
And then look below.
The dog in the garden eats so much,
And he comes forth when a small,
Lovely red sphere rolls down.
I can’t wait for my turn to come,
When I get to walk down the hall.
It is me…It is me…It is me…
It is me…It is me…It is me…
It is me…It is me…It is me…
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