Waiting on the inside, Just screaming to get out.
The painful tears, the angry shouts.
The maddening expression on your own face as all hope of keeping it in vanishes.
As she fights her way out, you spiral down into a deep darkness.
And hold onto the last glimmer of control that you had.
But its too late.
The blood pools on the floor, the corpse lies at your feet.
The horror projected in a single spray of red across the wall.
She goes back into her safe shell, your left with all the blame,
And its your own lie to tell.
I.N.N.O.C.E.N.C.E
But what can you say?
Padded walls and whitewashed halls are all you have to gain.
So you keep your mouth shut, and hope for the best.
And the padded walls turn cruel and hard.
And the whitewashed walls fade to grey.
And the bars to keep you everyday.
Lifes a prison, and Honey, Im The Murderer.
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