They Scream Inhumanely Yearning to Be Humane again

{“THE NOTION I bestowed with honor was that, nobody could truly coerce what freedom is, what it means, how much of a reliable source it is for hindering away the divulgence that there are indeed people, vulnerable humans…. Trapped away in a room, a peculiar one at that, and even though they are intelligent, they cannot hide away from the monsters’ vice grip, and even though they stand on two feet and it cannot be stripped away from them. And they cannot run as everyone has held expectations against them that they could indisputably be. But it wasn’t that easy, it was never easy to loosen the grasp of those inhumane phantoms of opera that interlocked you in the hall of your nightmares that occur. They named it the hallway of screams. The rooms of terror, and they cannot hide, and they cannot run. They are a liable asset, inclined to be torn away from the last elements they hold within themselves, the last segments of… love and devotion, innocence in adolescence, Ultimately, they have lost it all, from the clasps of their sweaty palms. Thou lost everything they adhered onto like a sacrifice, love, is just a word after all. Devotion comes from love, but that child never knew that, and they will never abide that impulse. Because, prohibitedly, the damage was done. And they have lost the shards that shattered upon the wooden floors. Synthetic glass that has been hurled against the barricades of affliction. The hallway of screams. Because they scream inhumanely yearning to be humane again.}