Tormentors

She takes a look, and turns her head, not even a grin

Just walk along, the hall is getting thin

And keep looking down

Every step and every arch can't catch an eye

Are they blind, am I invisible, I can't decide

Can they see, do they know that I am kind

I could cut myself open, bleed on the floor, I'd still be cast aside

Oh these tormentors keep stealing

They shackle souls, and drain feelings

When set loose, our souls are dim we're screaming