Dark hallways have rooted my mind,

Like a large willow tree about to die.

Its leaves have rotten and shown the colour of charcoal,

And left nothing but a dark crumbling skeleton facade.

My mind is sinking not floating,

And has now been abandoned at the bottom of the sea.

Water gets in the gaps of the halls and create mini puddles,

A mix of dark dark blood and black black rust.

Screeches come from the bolted doors,

And the boat rocks and turns from the Mentals.

They are screaming and screeching wanting to be free,

So they can roam the halls of the sunken ship.

I push my hands closer to my ears,

Wishing to block out the voices.

The voices that make me want to scream myself.

I just want to be free.

The hallways close in on my small broken body,

And i know there is no escape,

Cause as i said before,

The dark hallways have rooted my mind,

And no matter how fast i run,

The Devil and the Mentals will always catch up with me.

I am a small broken girl in a small broken mind.

Chloe