Family's White Silk

Let's play A game of words. The first will Be what hurts. The doors Bang. The floors bash. And no, I Don't use your clothes. It scratches my skin, I suppose. The doors Silence. These walls Silence. If you look so sad, stay here, I'll pour your meal. It protects better than family's white Seal. You confuse, I suppose, Because the door was only closed. These walls Roar fear. Do, do, do, do know that your Lungs are as cold as Walls Have Been. These walls have been. If you look so sad, stay here, I'll pour your meal. It protects better than family's White seal