The floor creaks
as she walks down the hall
the air grows colder
as she passes
the lights flicker
as she moves breathless
a trail of blood
follows her as she walks
still, stiff
hopelessly lost in thought of
what could be or would be
just going through the motions
she's been long lost
she's been long dead
the voice screams at her
inside her head
her skin white
like just made paper
her eyes gray like darkened charcoal
the floor beneath her feet
burns with cold fire
the never ending tunnel
this ever lasting hell
she is stuck here
buried in the well
stuck in a world
in between realities
robbed of her individuality
we all soon
will end up just like her
walking through a mad world
begotten and alone
where it never ends
nothing ever changes
we're all the same
an army of insignificant clones
drowned in our own blood
blinded by the sight
of our own true face
deafened by the sound
of hope in our own voice
in this life
us,we, this so called Greater race
are lost, and confused
soon to be extinct
in this world we live
sameness means sanity!!!!!
