Halls of Death

 

It seems a demon has entered my body, a sickness within me, with the out come, in the long run being death

I really don't know how to feel knowing in the future, not far off, I will surely die

I have been committed to a hospital, a place, I know I will take my last breath

I, like many others from our demon, will always have to question why.

 

The doctor, when he told me he seemed so unfeeling and cold

Him acting like, oh no, here we have another statistic, just chalk up another one that is going to die

He doesn't understand, what it feels like when, the devil of your body has taken hold

I feel as if right now, the truth, I did not want to hear, I really wish to me, this was just a lie.

 

This hospital, I know when I enter there, from here I will never leave alive, here within it's walls, just like many others, I know I will die

The disease within my chest is highly contageous, so I could cause others around me to suffer the same fate as I

In this sanitarium, no doubt here, it is so hard to except, just about all of us, we are sentenced to die

Here even a children's wing, for those so young, far within this place, so no one can hear them cry.

 

Upon, arrival, walking down a long hall, to my wing, someone could easily say," Dead Man Walking"

I just can't get over all the others I see, I know will never leave this place

I hear some of the staff trying to console the others, I hear the lies, that they will be just fine, hearing the lies, from the staff as they are talking

I see when the staff is talking, to the residents, as they talk they do not directly look into their face.

 

This place so dark and forboding, I know none of us want to be here

On the roof of this place, there is like a sun room, a place, where one last time the dying can feel the sun

I hear other residents talking, the worse cases, they take up there, leaving them, there is where they will die, so when one goes up there, one's soul fills with intense fear

All of us here, on our shoulders we carry a tremendous ton.

 

Sixty-three thousand, just like me, here in this place they would take his last breath

In the end, just about all of us, the song of death we would hum

Knowing our demise, in this place, we would all walk these halls of death

So many were sent here, but most would never leave, Waverly Hills Sanitarium.