I was aware and conceiving happiness without stray,

Now I'm oblivious to deceiving sorrows fullness to abide.

Within these walls stalking in heights of obtuse shapes of dismay,

The torment aligned to every angle as the texture collides.

If these walls could move they'd grab you with crippling strangles,

Poison your heart and fill your mind with fogging pesticides.

Outside these walls are inviting  endowment to wandering souls by entrapment,

Lurking malevolent sunscreen, protecting the false image of fortitude,

The ground sinks beneath the feet as the sinking sand makes it's attachment,

Luring and deceiving to not come clean, projecting peace disguised as servitude.

If these walls could talk you'd grow tirelessly warm and confused,
You'd feel loved but abused,
You'd wear no socks with shoes,

Being convinced the truth along an infernal whisper,
the words of warmth would make you cold and shiver.

If these walls could listen they'd learn your secrets,
The sneaking sweetness to learn your life thesis only to expose your weakness,
A uniqueness of allegiance as a genuineness only to invoke sleeplessness wrapping around your grievance.

If you could only see the horror cloaking as it wraps your souls choking, concealment of painted whitewash so obscure around your mind closing.

Than you would start to depart before you to lose your heart by a poisoning spirited dart.