Trapped in these walls of confinement waging war with the unknown whispers residing in these hollow hallways my soul grasps
Infinite solitude engulfs the flames in which I burn
Wandering down a dim lit hallway where all living things die
Lost inside twists and turns that hold no direction to civilization
Thick fog seems to follow my steps where the sun doesn't shine and the clouds roll
The ground is weightless to heavy feet and light air
Drifting off somewhere between here and now but ending up in the same place
This place seems familiar, the emptiness of an occupied room, and a hint of obscenity
The smell of these damaged walls lingers like the stench of cigarette smoke
It sinks deep into the follicles for permanent residence