Long walk
Down the hallway to a room
Bright lights
Quiet whispers speak of you
White forms
They have access to your life
Blank walls
They keep secret to your cries
No one ever makes it
When they make those lights fade
It's not an option
To be you again
Red lens
Color forms and draws a line
Hold down
Magic serum makes you shine
Slow march
Back to living, no one waits
Stranger
They can't even speak your name
