ghosts of jumbled time

time is just a jumbled chord that rings out high above then falls below the spirit soon is lost inside the empty hollow as the bell of doom rings out it`s tune of sorrow inside the swirling dark it sounds out a ghostly echo through the tunnels and caves down the flowing rivers of red a swirling wind blows like a trapped beast biting growling clawing it`s a chill that rings the bell of doom calling to the dismay that live inside the gloom ringing from the pit of black sounding out it`s tune of rage a blanket covering these forlorn day`s a reoccurring nightmare haunting it`s ghosts turn page after page after page each sentence saying the same the ghosts rise up from below and come as a torturer from deep inside the chamber from the dark hollows of nothingness they come to inflict pain as histories flame burns again and again and again burning with the same pain a repeat of the past as the scream echoes inside the void and the bell tolls for all outcasts