Imprisoned

As brave old men pass by,
the young girl
is weaving dreams of her own.
Eyes reddened in bloodlust,
remembering a slaughters task.
Night people fall down.
Bring them one by one.
Imprisoned by their silent screams.
To leave the cities behind.
Keep the doors open.
Let them pass.
Allow them freedom,
instead of the choice
to live like prisoners.