The Forgotten

Dreams are lined up against the wall
In this dark and dismal hall.
There is no hope for them here,
In a place that's full of fear.
They may cry and they can plead
But still they continue to bleed.
I listen to the many sounds,
As I make my daily rounds,
Of those that suffer under my gaze
Of those that had been dead for days.
You can never forget the screams
Of the lonely forgotten dreams,
That always hang here against the wall
In this dark and dismal hall.