Healingroom

PierrotThe light spills in through The old windows of our room Where the pierrot now mimes His white face masking all painPierrot
Darkness soaks into the walls Where intricate designs transform Into pictures of hatred and lust Where demons even cower
The strings move the puppets Slowly around the verandah of That room where the pierrot now mimes With black lips and empty eyes
The knife falls to the floor After cutting his pale wrists Blood melting into the ground Where we once were innocent
Seizures move through his
Sickened bo
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Troy.
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