8 Comments Posted by RevolutionaryDisaster

Tears of the past?
The walk to recovery, not the walk out.
The walls are what is keeping the sickness in. It feels like thier slowly compressing it in.
To me its scattered souls, like autumn leaves that fall from the tree, each one has a history within its veins of ink
This is where friends were made and memories still live
Where the ceiling meets the floor. Its like walking on clouds
A mirrior of past besotted enjoyment
How if were different were treated like animals, caged in and tested to better help the normal.