The Line

Screams rip through hallways
carving paint like flesh
prowling for their youthful prey

No dreams tonight
shadows dance and play on walls
their words are the voice inside my head

Doors burst open spilling fire into night
unable to contain closed hearts behind closed doors
the time to flee has past

Stand and prepare
a war comes swiftly this direction
I must hold the line

Author's Note

I don't use punctuation on purpose