Its dark in a room.
With bright lights on.
People talking.
But nothing comeing out.
The walls are red.
But no paint to be found.
Babies crying.
But no mother in sight.
The devil lurking.
But no souls to stock on.
A soul has died.
From spite of lives being.
To show a deminstratinon.
Life has its rules but we dont apply.
The crossroads of life are really live or die.
The truth that lies is every one dies but I apologize.
To the ones that have died
