Hell Has White Walls

The doors are locked tight,
lights a blinding white.
Screams echo down the
sanitized, smooth hallway.
Dignity is stripped,
tossed in the corner with all belongings.
Shoes are confiscated, locked away.
Red is forced on your body,
demonizing those barely alive
on the outside, but drugged
into oblivion.
You are no longer an individual.
They talk to you with sticky
sweet voices, dripping with honey.
Behind your back they
speak words injected with venom.
Chains are locked to
your feet, wrapped around
your tongue.
Brainwashing begins when
you walk through the
plexiglass doors.
Leaving is not an option.