There once was a place. It had shadows of people. It had blood split on the ground. It had bones. It had the smell of death everywhere. But the people didn't exorcist. They were never seen.... They're eyes laid flat on the ground. Trampled on by the shadow's feet. Their footsteps were there, so many shadows but no people. They're were screams & cries at night. There was mourning, there were tears. But the people were never seen. There blood leaked onto the roads, their voices bouncing & echoing off the walls. Hearing them fall, Blood is dripping off their wounds, they're un stitched. If there is no people, where am I? I hear them, I hear the blood falling... I hear the painful screams.... This place is just the inside of my mind.
