I want a house
With windows draped in blood. With walls papered with the skins of innocent victims. I want anguish and anticipation awaiting me in every corridor. I want doors that slam in the face of oppurtunity. and walls that are built around me to keep me free. I want a patio equipped with parasols of deception. Soils that seeth the rebirth of self destruction. I want plumbing that streams heartbreak and pain through each and every cavity. I want a library of books without substance or prupose. No wisdom to provide. This is my want-my passion. My preliminary notion...that with dreams like these-what can possibly go wrong?
Enough's enough to know you never really had enough.
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