*Into the unknown, I walk down braving the heat
Searing and almost burning like hot cement,
Then dry and dusty like burnt sand and rocks.
I fall apart at the doorway, my strength all spent,
Falling into dusty shards of burnt ash.
Before me there is a violin playing as shadowy wraiths sung.
They sing a strange song, and I am visible to everyone,
The windows are on all sides, so I decide to run.
Up the stairs, running slow, feeling as though I can't,
Only finding a piano musty and cold, damp and old,
And I feel I am being watched as I look back
To see his red glowing eyes, as bright as coals.
Then I awaken to a forgiving night. It's cold, dark and black.*
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
*Into the unknown, I walk down braving the heat
Searing and almost burning like hot cement,
Then dry and dusty like burnt sand and rocks.
I fall apart at the doorway, my strength all spent,
Falling into dusty shards of burnt ash.
Before me there is a violin playing as shadowy wraiths sung.
They sing a strange song, and I am visible to everyone,
The windows are on all sides, so I decide to run.
Up the stairs, running slow, feeling as though I can't,
Only finding a piano musty and cold, damp and old,
And I feel I am being watched as I look back
To see his red glowing eyes, as bright as coals.
Then I awaken to a forgiving night. It's cold, dark and black.*
