He lures you down a misty route
Beckoning with a skeletal finger.
Wearing a long trenchcoat,
He tells you not to linger.

Obediently you step forth
Following in the shadow.
Shamelessly – of course
As the path begins to narrow.

You squeeze on through
Trying not to lose sight
As he fades from view;
Away, into the night.

Now you’re all alone,
In the darkness breeze.
The silence drones,
The walls begin to squeeze.

You struggle and strain,
As they compress your chest
But all in vain,
You did your best.

The silence is drowned
By a searing cackle.
He has you now-
Broken and shackled