The empty thought processes became apparent on the crippled wallpaper
Floral designs suffocated with the anxieties of tapioca minds
The consistency of the air became more like bark
Impenetrable from the years of acclimation
The incessant barrage of hatred and malice that ripped through it
Eventually became the backbone of the intangible
Carpet lays beneath the inordinate amount of stalagmites
The ferocity of the bleak emotions perspires and collects on the already moldy ceilings
And passing through the V-shaped walkways
One can hear the tension of the rock tombs
Wherein lye the aspirations of the young children who used to run in their place
Crevices emancipate the ancient workmanship of doorways
The rudimentary invention of pivoting portals have fallen
Far more difficult entrances entrance the eyes of wandering adolescents
But for those who venture to believe the welcoming nature of such vicious openings
They soon rest at he threshold of what could have been
And for the ones who have yet realized the danger of change and transcendence between realms of comfort
And those of animosity
Clean feet remain on the opposite side of the bloody walkways
Containment cells take the place of areas once deemed bedrooms
Decorated with the nightmares of its prior inhabitants
The very paint dances upon the edge of the conscious of those that enter
Fallen leaves ferment in the excretions of failed ambitions
Alongside the rotting self confidence of twelve year old girls
The odor created intoxicates the most trained minds
And in a state of nausea and euphoria it's victims lye in a pool of disappointment
Given so graciously by their fathers and brothers
Toothbrushes trace the eating habits of the family inside as the comfort calcified food crushers
And sadly find no place to go as the pantry wains
Pillows become replaced by books
No time during the day to study, evokes a disparity to learn
Instead the hours of daylight are spent barricading defenseless lungs and hearts
And in hopes of education, feeble minds attempt to soak up knowledge during slumber
The ideal location of inhabitation is perhaps on the other side of grocery store receipts
Or adoption papers
Perhaps even the echoes of a jury's convictive consensus
For now one must make do with beaten sandals and cans of food claimed by botulism