The Hallways.

 Many hallways lead to light, 

but most can be deadly, Never trust the lights on hallways;

there are so many fakes one.

by the time we see them, we've already taken pills to believe they're real.

What we get is jutst more pain, no help or rescue to break free from this fake pattern.

All these fake pattern lead to suicide.

Each cells that is reborn and dies i electromagnetic.

It shakes and hardens the body. We're afraid to live another day, passing through these fake hallways

that might lead to our end.

We take pills to keep going, but there's no hope of relief.

we're afraid of it.

The journey might end, but we still want to go on. It kills our feelings, shakes our heads, blows up our minds. We have no choices' we just stay dead on the floor, unable to do anything. All the pain is relieved but then retrieved. We know we're already part of it. The journey takes time but remains invisible to our eyes. The cells won't coorporate with us anymore. We know now. We've taken pills inside our mouths. We scream and shout, but there's no more tomorrow. Tolive is to die, live just once.

We need someone to guide us, but they're rejected by their own fields. We guide our on way, describing our journey to death. We believe that one day, the hallways we've gone throught will choose us to see. But we're hopeless to meet them. We're sick and proud of our wounds, and they may end this world.