Walked
I walked these dilapidated halls
Where bloody hand prints covered the walls
I remember the musky scent drenching the air
Knowing this trap would leave me ensnared
Every single door opened with a screeching protest
And it seemed like my heart would leap from my breast
There was a skill to every one of these kills
The dead bodies left me in chills
I opened the wormhole in your heart
When I drove the spike in to tear it apart
I unleashed a bloodthirsty beast
Who seeks my soul to have a feast
Each breath could be my last as I stumbled along
But I had to keep my wits to remain strong
Up ahead there stood a closed mahogany door
As if mocking me with some imaginary war
My hand trembled as I reached out and grabbed the doorknob
I could feel the vein in my forehead beginning to throb
But I threw the door open to see my fate in human form
Within those eyes were a twisting and violent storm
I remember the bloody scent drenching the air
And for the first time in my life I truly felt scared
I no longer walk these dilapidated halls
Where I bled out with nobody to heed my calls
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2016
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