Madusa's Spirit- by: the damned

Steel feet
Against white luminant floor
Corpses rotting in chairs
Relics of wisdom
Are trapped inside these walls
Ruins, ruins of knowledge
Glass eyes shattered and cracked
Swollen minds
Recycled time
Precious souls
Precious lives
Wasting away the day

Before this day
Before this hour,
Lives living lovingly.
But current time,
Turns to stones and blind
Statues crumbling
Worn by fictional winds

Ashes and dust
On the ground
Where once a child did stand
And all that's left
Is a stone girl
In a stone dress.
And a boy
Asleep on his desk.