Through the long dark passage I walk alone
Echo whispering voices of people that have gone
Drizzling pain from the ceiling does fall down
On my head it lands upon me like a thorny crown
Witches and goblins from a long ago past age
Try to conceal their inner haunting burning rage
Red eyes glowing like fire from a deep abyss
From the ground arises a smell of a static mist
Plumes of duality fight for my limited brain
As the walls surround me like prickling pain
Blooming from only past planted rotten seeds
As my scab covered wrist continues to bleed