Haunted

The hallway flashes dead blue The cells burn, veins spread out like branches The white feet which soles barely touch the floor As violins shriek in the background The pit flashes a streak of light on the glass Turn, turn too late This room is cold and contagious, like his smile Smiling back at me Face white, cold metal where eyes should be mirror, you lie, distort and then, tell the fallen to rise again niaga esir ot nellaf eht llet ,neht dna trotsid ,eil ouy ,rorrim And I'm haunted By the ills that I have done By cracks that I created