I enter the room and the volume is vast,
The darkest black depth, time slowly moves past.
The window in the back, a haunting nights breeze,
Consumed with fright, I drop down to my knees.
Looking to the sky, praying a soul to see,
But time is up, the demons are now free.
They sing a song, of atmospheric synth,
The window reveals, the firey labyrinth.
The demons possess me closer, I lay,
The labyrinth of my mind, now where I stay.
I cannot escape it, for I am trapped,
Then I see a figure, lurking way back.
It stands stout, with a cynical presence,
Eyes laying low, with the look of menace.
Fire flies through his fingertips in the black,
I want to leave, but there is no way back.
The inflamed figure is now before me,
His fingertips phase through, my soul now free.
My iris turned black, I only see red,
Running down my body, as my eye bled.
Kneeling down in agony, blood turned tears,
Thinking of my sins, of my former years.
Memories going far back as the womb,
I come back, back to the darkest black room.
The space where volume’s vast,
And time is slowly passed.
This Hell is a real place,
And it’s disguised as my mind.
