I live in a world
Surrounded by monsters.
Broken men.
Trapped behind barbed wire.
Imprisoned by cold concrete.
Nameless faces passing.
“‘How are you?”
Though the answer is known.
We are the Dead.
The lost and alone.
Wolves in sheep skin.
Sheep in wolves.
Another endless day
As loved ones pass away,
And forget our names.
I’m not alone.
Yet, I’m dying for a friend.
One day I’ll be free.
Can’t say that for many
Some will die in this place.
This house of pain.
Their ghosts to roam
Dark halls.
Dark Halls
