Walking down the tasteless, pale hallways.
Can you hear the people screech in their cages,
Running into padded walls,
Tangled in restraints?

Can you see their empty eyes gleaming,
Their skin not kissed by the sun,
Their nails bitten and broken?

Can you feel their icy stares?
They see your pretty mind
And the voices you don’t hear screaming.

In you they see themselves,
The way they once were.
Tears steam down their hollow cheeks
And silent screams echo.