There is this place inside of me
I never go in there
too scared, I guess
Some people are trapped in there
i hear them crying all night
sometimes, they scream in the daylight
I have tried to open that door
with a long 6’ pole
but they just don't wana come out
too scared, I guess
Sometimes, I hear a haunting laugh
burning of skin with a cigarette light
then, I don’t hear them for a while
it really gets quiet inside
Someone is torturing a little child
a grown man is pleading for his life
all this happening inside of this place
I never go in there
too scared, I guess
Nick Kler
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