Santorium

Walls painted sickly green,
I can feel their screaming in my head,
This is my home to linger here forever,
We cling together as they beat us and prick us,

A little girl sits crying cause she's got no eyes,
Old men hack up blood from the infection,
I huddle in a corner waiting for death to take me,

No-one wants a life with bars for company,
Not even the still suffering ghosts that still walk,
My only saviors, my only Gothic hero's,

So do the right thing tonight,
Slice my veins open farther,
Maybe then I'll be able to see again.