Soul Trapped

Eyes darkened by the pigment of depression,
Still like the wind as no leaves fall.
Trapped in a silhouette,
Screaming when no-one can hear me.

Aimlessly walking down the halls,
Hoping someone would come and play.
When they draw near,
Back to the silhouette I go but how can this be?

Paralyzed and forgotten,
We cry, yet no tears trickle down our plastered faces.
Staring aimlessly into the dark,
Cold and misplaced.

Is this our punishment?
Is this the end of life's mystery?
Over time we become angry and lost,
Our souls discarded and disgraced.

Breaking down from the elements,
The pain never ends.
Bugs and snakes make their way through my static chamber,
They swarm and bite as the living picks us up.

Gazing upon the eyes of a warm soul,
There is no comfort.
A child's tears means nothing after decades of despair,
Not even a generous embrace will fill this shattered teacup.

Lifeless in a world of the beating hearts,
Dead when flowers remain upright.
Attached to body that cracks with time,
Stains that darken with age.

Dirt beneath me is not so kind,
Holes are scattered on my porcelain body.
For something that is so fragile,
It is filled with the most rage.

Why can't we be set free?
This is unlike anything I've ever faced.
Like trash, we just pileup,
Only the damned should deserve this torturous cage.