Another yet untitled poem

Words never listen

Any direction
There’s no way to go
Looking just at walls
Littered with eyes

When it’s my turn
Where can I turn to
There’s nothing but death
Inside these walls of heads

Don’t look back
There’s cruelty behind you
The bottomless pit of time
Engulfs everyone at the wayside

Lonely cries perish
Pain is closing in
Until death’s fallin’ on our shoulders
What number am I?

There’ s an angel
But whose angel is it?
If there’s hope left
It’d be the one that dashes it

Shots are echoing
The scattered ones disappear

When will these dreams vanish
I am not that brave
I am not free

They’re getting closer
I try to hide
And feel a dash of fear

My soul drifts away
But my pride’s holding me
I take a step towards them
Freedom’s in sight

I’ve not to be ashamed
Of what I’m born to be
It’s even worth dying
At least I was free

Dark shadows are moving across
The sun dies at last
I left a cruel world behind me
A world that belongs the past