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Every day
Nothing new
Walking empty halls
Filled with bodies
But no souls
No smile left upon
Any face or my own
Just false laughter
That you hear in
Off in a distance
A loud whisper
Upon which only you hear
Pacing down the hallways
Icy fingers looking to grab you
To pull you in
Latch onto you
Sprint faster
Shapes melt as you stride
Everything 'a blur
Voices call but words
Cannot be spoken
Thoughts provoked
But none taken
Left, right, right, across
Find your way
Out of this maze
Find the door
Chase that exit
That vanishes whenever
You come near
Avoid all hands
Gripping for you
Wanting to slap a fake
Countenance on you
Make you one of them
Conform against all others
No hope, no life
No joy, no tear
No heart, no love
No blame, no rage
No suspicion, no question
Ridded of all emotion
So run as fast as you can
Will you escape those icy
Cold fingers; the vicegrip
Awaits you, good sir
But what ever shall you do?
For time runs low
The tide is no longer peaceful
The storm's calm is over
The disaster begins soon.