A blood red brick building
Windows barred and barricading
Any glimpse of sunlight
Old oak floorboards
Twisted
Splintered
Broken
Screams staining the sides of corridors
Paint
Sick, pale green paint
Dims the tiled walls
Doors
Doors
And doors
Doors steel
Doors locked
Doors broken
Doors with bolts
Doors with slats
Doors with no keyhole
All rooms empty of life
Their souls killed long ago
Never even to haunt
Tables
With belt restraints
Crush and tie down their minds
Stale white light
Poisoned fluorescent bars
Hanging from the ceiling
Caging them
Stars
Dying stars
Held as lamps
Burning their eyes
Where they lie
On a flat, steel tombstone
A flat, steel stage
In the bloodied room of the theatre
The audience goes silent
To watch the play begin
The steel arm
Lunges into their sight
Through their eye
And tears out their mind
It twists
It pulls
It pushes
And it breaks
And it takes the life from what are now just shells