I picture myself in a grand old mansion,

Somewhere in the countryside, somewhere

Not far from everything convenient

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I picture myself alone, and as I stand there

Leniently abiding your rules I tap my foot,

Wondering if you might attend my show

.

I picture myself as someone capable of

Loving, yet knowing that such life is wasted,

Berated the words I express to you daily

.

I picture myself in black and white,

Black as night,

White as fright

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I picture myself as the knight in armour,

Sooted black,

From hell’s fiery abyss inescapable

.

I picture myself as Snow White,

Snorting from a rundown pack of four,

Never recalling what went on before

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I picture myself a photograph discovered,

In the the burnt down castle, at the

End of the country lane, in the countryside

I once called mine