The House Continued To Cry

ok then

back in bed

here i am

locked in lead

seeping head

scratch the itch

don’t be brash

you’re not dead

look it up

it says here

quite so clear

no harm dear

no harm dear.

then a voice rang out

from a crying place

it vanquished all sound

YOU DO NOT KNOW THE DEPTHS OF MY FEAR

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