Heavy metal doors
Creak, close shut.
Screams are heard from more
than the end of the hall.
Bouncing off the wall and floor.
No light enters, or escapes here as
They come closer toward the door,
Smiles on their face,
Discovering secrets stuffed in drawers
No eye has seen, no ear has heard
The silent tears shed for the mourn
Of his memory,
Only this and nothing more.
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