Room 316

Can you hear the wailing of the hell's bells?
Let it bleed on me once more
The piper is waiting at the gates of dawn
Preparing the last breakfast for me

Empty boxes are prepared for us
Full of surprises inside that will make you weep
Graphites and leads are burning into ashes
And minds are screwed and turned to rust

In his eyes, all we see is downfall
Behind the smiles are the knives that kill you slowly
Time swiftly runs too slow
Like my mind in the depths of chaos

I need help, I'm still alive
Smoke hovers in the room
Choked into death
Let it bleed on me once more

Crawling on the ceiling
Hit through the wall
Let's tear these papers apart
For I may never witness daylight again

Author's Note

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