I walk through the dark dusty house. The people I see,
are all void of faces.
Yet I know they must be staring. Watching to see if I can escape.

All doors are boarded shut,
all windows nailed closed.
The windows I can not shatter no matter how hard I try.
Panic reaches me as I try the last door, again closed to me.

These people void of face,
laugh hallowed chuckles
excited by my fear.

Tears stream red staining my shirt.
I call for you but you are to far to hear,     we are   distances   apart.

Defeated I sit in a corner,
knees to chest
I wait for dawn.
I see my reflection but resist looking, my face may not be my own.

These are my dreams,
people void of face,
emotions and heart.