Dismal Corridors

Fifteen years ago it was a busy place
 Until the gruesome crime kept the people away
 A teenager murdered, stuffed in an air duct
 His body discovered after weeks of decay
 A night watchman stabbed, his limbs severed
 A public suicide by gasoline and fire
 Was it human revenge or an act of protest
 Or was it the ghost of the angry dead?
 Now no one walks through the dismal corridors
 Rows upon rows of abandoned shops
 Footsteps echo through the darkened hallways
 An air of loneliness, despair and dread
 The Lights buzz loudly, turn on and off
 Rats gnawing on electrical wires
 Feeling disoriented, lost in an empty void
 Always sensing someone behind you
 A few brave souls dare to step inside
 Though danger lurks in these unhallowed halls
 Waiting in the dark are the restless dead
 Seeking vengeance for untimely death