I see the shadows, stretch for miles.  Fingers down the corridor.

I watch their smiles, pearly and stained white. Peering from the ceiling.

I can feel, as they stare. Collecting my worn out numbers.  

I can't help, when I yelp and scream in pain.   

(All these, all these wall, there all the same.)  

I can feel all the numbness, that this place endures.

As I wake up, all I feel is pain; because my  body is bruised and broke.

So, I'll just close my eyes, because what I can't see can't hurt me. 

And, I'll keep my mouth shut this time, because no one wants to know what's on my mind.

Should I, should I plug my ears, because I never want to hear. What you have to say about the way I chose to live my life.

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hey guy, it's been awhile. I'm going to try to post more often. 

I had tons of fun writing this I hope you enjoy it. thanks for reading this. peace out~Kris♡