Within the Halls

Trapped by concrete kept in this tomb. Slowley the mind plays tricks with the normal thoughts that slitther across the room. Old scars keep me inside these walls. Eyes look only for a moments time then turn towards the floor. Voices scream in agony no others hear am I insane? Wasnt it anger that brought me here. Cold in every sense. Clinched teeth the tension eats at everyone here. Some yern for a exit others yern for more. My voice is slow from the pills that polute my brain. laughter builds in isolation. Have the walls finally drove me insane. No page or pen inwhich to write. Haunted are these tombs that slowley drown with the the sorrows night.