A castle it is, a castle with no soul
Empty but warm, warm but bleak
Usually a home, now a nightmare
Ten thoughts crossing my mind
Ten spiders crawling on my back
Ten wonders wishing to happen
Ten fingers catching me trough the day
Tongues fall dry, a dessert of words been cought behind bars
Lips stay shut, sowed to each other leaving scars.
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