The Halls

We walk through the halls

Screaming in our silence

 

We are terminal

But seem fine

 

One by one we fall

Deep into the abyss

 

While everyone sleeps

We walk a tight rope

 

The blood so red 

Flows from our wrists

 

We walk the halls dying

yet no one will ever know

 

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