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Feb 2012
Grotesque, decrepit halls
Filled with livid porcelain dolls
Staring down upon us all
Watching as we fall

Hallways with scent of death
Make us forget to breathe even a breath
Our apprehension they test
To have ever entered, we regret

These pathways we lament
Walls stained with a blackened tint
Of directions, they give us hints
So, it's the wrong way we've went

Winding labyrinth, crawling on forever
Lost and hopeless, we tremble
The minds behind this are cryptic and clever
Demented on the highest of levels

Narrow and eerie is this pit
Upon the walls, shadows hit
Moving violently in a monstrous fit
Onto our corpses, words of hatred they spit

In this hell of pain and fright
It would be ****** to attempt a fight
But they're stronger, we lose our sight
Somehow seeing even less light

Lost in this cold, confusing world
We do nothing but sit and wait on the floor
With no remembrance of anything from before
Searching, we lose acquirement of anything more
This was written over three years ago.
Michelle Long
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