Deceased

The elders live to die getting old amongst their kind,
In a home their share affliction one and all,
They have no sight for they are blind but they see the constant lies,
And deceptive schemes that seem to never end,
For this "place" is run by power and a forceful greedy hand,
Whose way of caring for the needy isn't right,
For the sheets as thin as paper do not warm their freezing bones,
Hear them rattle trying to sleep in frigid night,
So the anger keeps on building as they plot to stop the pain,
On this nail that's sticking deep within their side,
And they all join together there's a creepy walk amongst them,
That tells in time they'll find their vigilance....
Revenge!
A room has been constructed for this outcast to commit,
And with trickery they have not been denied,
For locked behind four walls is the master of the pain,
Who's now trapped inside their morbid lair,
But what is on their mind what sort of horror will we find?
Down within the chambers of the waiting blind,