High pitched screams, an empty silence,
Waiting out this toxic violence;
Too many bodies cramped together,
Forced to stay, or hung on a tether.
Metal grumbles at every move,
A new body is crammed in every grove;
The wheels turn, there breaking down,
Water boils, the surviving drown.
A cry breaks out, the addicting sound,
Doesn’t take long to pass around.
This factory from Hell will not stop,
Till every sane mind has gone pop.
An alarming bell stops the struggle,
The condemned break loose, in fear they huddle;
Darkness follows and guards surround,
A friend to hold is not allowed.
People are herded like cows to slaughter,
In this place, there is no room for laughter;
A new session of torture begins,
In this world, good never wins.
High pitched screams, a toxic silence,
Looking for reason in meaningless violence.
We try to survive this factory from Hell,
While pretending life’s just swell.
©2007-2008 ~theemogirlnextdoorby me.
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