To weep with walls, a solace found,
A madness brewing, on hallowed ground.
With walls I weep, a comfort deep,
Madness arrives, secrets to keep.
With walls.
Memories of the world, they come,
At twilight's hush, within this home,
A lonely house, a festive throng,
Madness beckons, where shadows belong.
With walls.
How thirsty are they, these souls forlorn,
That dewdrop feels an ocean born.
Madness takes hold, a tightening chain,
With walls.
Whom should I strike, with stony hand?
Which soul is lost, in this wasteland?
A palace of mirrors, faces gleam,
Every visage, a cherished dream.
Madness takes hold, the soul to bind,
To weep with walls, the peace we find.
Madness descends, our minds to claim,
With walls, with walls, the whispered name.
With walls.
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