Today I am trapped in echoing halls
filled with the smokey darkness.
Unable to see what good lies await.
I can't hear anything besides the calling
the voices of creatures and monsters
the screaming of demons
with no shape, no material form,
reverberating of the marble walls.
I can't feel anything
but the numbness in my body
the cold engulfing me
freezing me in place
so I may stay for the torture that is to take place.
I can't smell anything
except the metallic aroma of blood
coming from an unknown source
pooling around me.
I am stuck here in this palace
of darkness, pain, and fright.
Exaughsted and afraid
that my many attemps to escape
are fultile hope.
That no matter how much I have fought
,my efforts are not enough.
Cause I can hear the rattling chains
being brought out again
to incarcerate me in the darkest pits.
The very pits where I fought to keep hope alive
where they tried to extenguish what light I had inside.
Where they tried to take my spark,
where they tried to make me break,
from after so many years of struggling
I finally escaped.
So I close my eyes and pray
hoping that an angel or God may hear
my desperate pleas
because I feel alone,
and I won't go back.
I need the strength to fight off the up coming attack.
So I look at the smoke,
at the creatures without shape,
I take a deep breath and wait...