Ghosts roam the corridors in search of the love from their parents they could never find
Children with tears staining their cheeks and bruises decorating their skin with watercolor blues and purples intermixing
Their wails for Mothers who've faded out of existence after being seen as nothing more than silent servants for so long
And fathers who used whiskey to replace emotions and violent words to beat down everyone else until their minds are nothing more than gravel and feel smaller then him
Fathers who never treated the children right but still call for them regardless
Broken picture frames with shards of glass line coat the floors
Cutting and keeping away anyone who tries to come near
Tears flood the basement and skeletons fill the closets