Silent halls and creaking doors,

Empty staircases and troubled souls,th

Bleeding scars for all the settled scores,

Broken in circles with their unspoken thoughts,

But their minds are crowded in relentless chaos,

And roam free in the crushing darkness,

Away from the binding confines of the strait jackets,

And the limited boundaries of the pressing white walls,

That are marred with crooked imprints of former slaves,

Chained with curses and cast away,

Outlaws of society, rejects of pain.

Show me your sins, and all the people you’ve slain,

I’ll bring you the light and show you you’re not insane,












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