another night’s work
Yep, I’ve held this job for going on three years now, and every night it’s the same old story. They go in– they never come out. They go in– they never come out. They go in– and sometimes, when they have a real sweet, innocent kinda look I’ll change it up, I’ll say "Why don’t you not go in the castle tonight? Why don’t you sit out here with me and I’ll tell you some stories ’bout the old country"– but what do they do? They go in. And they never come out.
…I am one of those…stuck inside. It has been so long that the choices I have made and all the regrets they have caused have created a sense of emptiness. As I have said, the tears, they dont come anymore. A hardened sadness and my only hope is to try and steer the ones that come in so they too wont suffer the same fate. I wonder if any of them do escape?
Comment by Haunted Maven — September 28, 2008 @ 12:00 am