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My Home

It's thinner than a cord of glass,
the bridge I was forced to take,
by those I never understood,
but loved just for their hate.

Looking beneath my cherry toes,
scratched by the spider-catching cat,
I see the red light of temptations
and hear it calling my name.

How easy would it be,
could it be or would it be?
just to jump into freedom,
crawling like an angry sea
A dirty seas full of blood,
floating under these bloody bars.
My feet don't want to walk on nails,
nor to loose my way back home.

Don't remember how long.
Could be a week or just a dream,
but in the middle of my march
I see the black sheep watching me

The white have left me anyway.
I kiss the night until it starts.

The sheep starts to strip of his wool
and shows his werewolf skin.
'For thee I'll have to walk with quickened feet.'
I say to him

who's chasing me,
hoping to shake of his hungry stare.

Luckily this is my end,
the lovely end,
you'd want to claim.
I see the five I need to see,
they do just what they need to do;
protect me from the evil eyes
and guard my virginity.

They lived happily ever after,
the guardians of Ochrasy

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