The house is dark
The windows small
The exits barred
The silence tall
Cameras watch
My every move
Monitors record
My every mood
I sit I stare
Talking not
My thoughts run wild
They’re all I’ve got
I wait and listen
For any sound
Of any being but
No one’s around
An empty house
These prison walls
I’m free to roam
Only through these halls
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