The dark silence loomed around us Like a knife ready to fall We feared our blood being spilled around us all
When the first scream errupted I was ready to run But the dark all around us made me stumble and fall When we realized he died, we all sprinted in fright and hoped that we all got out alive.
Running forever in chaotic silence Trying too hard to keep surviving
Screams all around me cut through like spears Swiftly dead bodies were falling from spheres. These spheres were like slicing bullets they were, like enclosing traps with goo and gore.
Running forever in chaotic silence Trying too hard to keep surviving
We followed the underground path, until we spotted a metallic ladder Climbing and climbing, the screeching growing louder, We opened the lid and climbed out of the sewer.
Blinding light hit us like searing pain, and blinded us all though we thought we might be safe again. Some more screams errupting, as dead bodies fall, we quickly clmbed out of our imprisoned hall.
This is just what I felt after reading Maze Runner, and so I took one of the moments and made it into a poem.