floating
down the hall.
a flickering light,
glowing upon
face after face,
help captive
by freezing metal.
numbing the fingers,
dulling the senses.
cold and alone,
they sleep.
the light
moves on.
casting shadows,
depicting memories
that once were,
and never will be.
they stare
at these images.
madness,
seizes their minds,
in dark,
isolation.
the candle
moves away.