Thursday, June 10, 2010

the darkness run 8

In the misty emptiness
You float along with the wind
Carrying you to where it lands
On top of the highest peak of hell

You fall into the soft wet misty ground
It cushions your fall absorbing your impact
You lay eyes close feeling uneasy
As the stale smell lingers into your nose

The wall of procks
Cutting edges opening sesame
Every touch and movement
You know the way of hell

You hug close
On the free space
As the nightmare ensnares your soul
You shiver waiting for deliverance

You hear the crickets sound
Outside the walls you put your ears into it
Listening to the natural calling.....
As you hope somebody will deliver you free

The darkness run
Into all shapes and sizes
Now your eyes adjusted
You see the evil smile

On the side wall
Lies a big strong hammer
You quickly grab it
Banging it furiously on the wall

The debris fall
Crushing on the floor
The procks keep engaging
Opening mouths closing tightly

You keep hammering
Until a hole you make it
Outside night breezes flow
You yell “I am free! I am free!”

Only the silence greet
In the darkness run of space
Nothing comes to aid
You are alone in the dark race

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