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Inside the dim gray of the cell walls, I am kept

The familiar scent of mold and mildew fill my lungs

And the constant dripping water from atop my cell

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My only light comes from the cell window allowing the foreboding moonlight into my cell

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The rough and hard cement floor as cold as the cell is dim, my only heat comes from the blighted moonlight.

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Footsteps are near, I hear them, cladding down the painfully echoing hall. But nothing shows up, leaving me with the maddening water drip.

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The voices sing to the beat of the drip, embodied by the fading moonlight, and enclosed by the gray walls.

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The song warms my body, but also shoots through me like a bitter cold winter night breeze.

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Louder do the voices grow, Louder, Louder. They always get louder when I sing along.

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The moonlight siren, now surely leading me to my end. Discovered, the siren screams.

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I scream along with it, everyone screams when the end is near.

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The smell of copper fills the air as I approach the cell window.

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The gray walls are painted crimson now.

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A loud thud hits the ground, shaking my surroundings.

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The siren can no longer sing their song.

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So I can no longer sing along.

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Warmth sprays onto  me  and paints the room red, bringing everything out of my head.

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A queen sized bed, white sheets now stained red... both my daughter and wife now lay dead, where they used to lay their head.

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There is always a price to pay...

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To make it all go away.

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But I am still in debt. The carpeted floor still remains white, but we both know how to change that.

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Just one quick move, swift and deep, and repay the debt created by my atrocious feat.

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My vision fades as I watch my past wilt away. Watching the lie unravel to reveal the truth to me.

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All of this, everything that happened to Jesse and Marie: all of it, caused by little ol' me. I watch as a bead of crimson rolls down the knife, chasing the floor. And just like me, it has reached its end and it hits the floor.

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