Pristine Wight
They always ask
is the wight jacket
comfy are the
wight walls conferring
And always I
answer yes, but
really I’m not
at all happy
I would like a
knife to mark
those pristine
wight walls
I’d love to trade
this wight jacket
for my old leather
trench coat
Thy don’t care
they are just
here to mock me
in my wight prison
They sit back
and watch as
I’m tortured
by my dreams
I can hear them
laughing in the next
room over and feel
sorry for that soul
I don’t care anymore
just give me my
trench coat and my
blood stained knife
Get me out of
this pristine wight
HELl with screams and
laughter all day and night
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