Dark Room

In this dark room where loneliness resides
Walls are stained in crimson
The murals on the walls lash tongues
Whipping souls wandering in the darkness
These souls keep getting lost
Lurking in darkness
Foraging for bodies slain
A place they once called home
Whispers are heard in the dark room
A language of the cold ones
In this dark room there’s a floodlight
This floodlight is of despair
This floodlight is of apathy
This floodlight is of neglect
Children dumped herein
Motherless children with no identity
Their cries echo hitting the closed windows
The door knob is rusty but still holds tight
The souls of these encaved children roam freely
Attempting to free themselves
Free themselves from the walls society erected


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