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The Inner Workings of a Mournful Division Bell
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2013 I have safe, family walls to offer
outside these pointy ceilings
Like a bell atop a lone tower
I ring predictably..
mentally pacing alone when idle
Society has been preventing access to towers for years now
mental attics boarded, locked, silenced
Pining for someone who can periodically look up
once in a while
while I still have paint to dry, and chip
A smile would...at least zap fry a temperate, tempered tongue...
But to wholly transfix your mind
would help the lofted reverse metal cone
and give a little belief through rusty chime
But no
you know these cold tubes all too well for that
In my defense, it's too fucking easy to call your smirk a Cheap Trick
when I want you to want me
But no
maybe I'll just go with Void Where Prohibited instead
or maybe Prices and Participation May Vary, with how wicked the fee may escalate
Us beauties and bruisers
know freedom of longing
ambition of sacrifice
and torment that forever unifies
the strongest mettle.
..even if you won't look up once in a while
