Plagued by the voices of the past

These sacred walls were built

With callused hands

Each stone set in blood and tears

How many have walked these halls

In amazement

Wonder

And aw?

How many were fooled by the stained glass and jewels?

Not I

For all I can think as I journey this place is

How many have died here?

The floor boards scream in agony

The air here

Is heavy

With the weight of the past

Stagnant

A sin it can hardly bare

It holds on to

The proof of all the slain

Traces linger and remain

As ghosts whisper

Claustrophobia sets in

I need to escape

I am being buried in this place

Please

Won't you let me be free

Of the centuries mistakes

Or will you continue

To haunt me