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burning candles, squeeky floors

opened cabnets and closet doors

whispered words that feel like screams

wake me, wake me, bloody dreams

prison cells, they start to close

burning souls that no one knows

broken bodies, no one listens

split in 2 on the floor in the kitchen

shattered glass, sprinkles the bed

some in her arms and some in her head

torn up pictures in the fireplace

soaked in blood from her scratched up face

she barried her heart deep under ground

she wanted to make sure it was never found

fallen roses from the sky

and no one knows exactly why!