Suicide

The dead of night.

A lonely chord
On a dusty guitar.

Laugter, Giggles.

Outside.

Always outside.
Never to penetrate
These decaying walls.

To venture outside
Outside of these morbid walls
Would be suicide.

Suicide of the mind and soul.

Outside.

Outside there are things
(Happiness, Love, Compassion)
Things that can not
Must not
Be discovered.

Not by the innocent child
That resides within
These four dreadful walls