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
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