A New Exhibition

A walk through a hall

of different times

an illusion comes out from inside

murders dont see

they just cry

A story that comes from a faraway place

the danger comes out without faith

in the fear of the eyes in the killer's face

They stand tall

behind the doors

buried and killed beneath the floor

The blood stains drip from her chest

just a decline.

and no confess

Look in my eyes

Look in my eyes

No innocence left

he cries and sleeps

they put him inside 

from what they've seen 

a new exhibition

becomes part of him 

Part of him 

part of him 

part of him 

part of him 

part of him