Inner Conflict.
Corpses line the hall
Pictures of the left behind,
Pictures of the forgotten
Frames made of bones,
Minds made of stone
Blood on the walls,
Screams that echo
There You Stand All Alone
Bodies falling from thin air
Skeletal remains just don’t care
All turn their heads and stare
Corpses frozen in thought
Feeding you the lies you bought
Faint tears feel the treason
As you search for a reason
There You Stand All Alone
Pins and needles break the skin
Keeping you on your toes
As the twisted games begin
The clock has reached midnight
And the finish line is in sight
But will you make it in time
Or end up a victim for your captor’s delight
There You Stand All Alone
Crackling of the gears
Magnifying your fears
What’s behind that door
And who’s that lying on the floor
Separation of soul and humanity
Deprevation of society
Can you see how far you’ve come
There You Stand All Alone
Broken shards of a mirror,
Lodged in your fist
Another piece of the puzzle,
That stainds your lips
Piecing together whats in your mind
Looking in the broken reflection, You realize
There You Stand All Alone
Knife in hand, A smiling grin
Memories flourish in horror and anticipation
As you make your next contemplation
Indulge in your sin, More blood on the walls
Fix your methods and cage your soul
After all, It doesn’t need to know
There You Stand All Alone
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