shatter

words clatter, tumble, shatter
against the frigid floor
the slithering sound spatters
sticking to the locked door

the world is but a shell
containing pain and horror
in this cauldron of fear
all emotions slowly stir

they are banging their bones
against the bars of their cell
they're all stuck alone
in their own private hell

it's not hot and it's not cold
it's a simple wet existence
for the young and the old
no scope of deliverance

the book of fate is closed shut
with a bang that still echoes
spilled ink, a pen lies broken
their secrets no one knows