these halls

I walk these halls of maddened memories,
twisted and corrupt these thoughtful halls offend me.
Im forced to stroll among forgotten days,
made to watch my painfull ways.
The loved ones I've hurt torment me so,
Their revenge is sweet and yet I cant go.
The cries of those that I have wronged ,
only allow my pain to be prolonged.
I'm forced to watch this demented sideshow,
ripping my soul to shreds ever so slow.
And as I fall to my knees, crying out in pain,
I realize that theirs will always be the same.
I sit their tears streaming down my face,
To them Im nothing, Just a sickened disgrace.
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