Between These Halls

Sometimes when they talk about Orem High
They speak of those who cased the places
Between the classrooms and doorways
Those were the ones who battled with a monster
Sometimes shining demons and laughing gargoyles
A quiet agony of salty pains
They that walked the halls smelled of their suffering
It saturated all the weakened fibers of their heart
And they were alone.
Even by their loved ones, the ones they cared for
More than the rest of the jungle
Standing by them in this silent hurt is like
Standing outside at the darkest hour of night
And the moon hinges, a sliver of light hope in the black
It is so very, very far from here
But from your place, bound to the ground, lost in the dark
The sun reminds you that the moon is there, almost within your touch
But just out of reach.