Stranded in the dusty whitish-grey thickness of the mist,
Trapped in a lonesome limbo with a psychotic awful twist,
Brought and dropped here by a killer silently swift tornado,
Carefully step forward or this next move could prove fatal,
The stench of fear released reeks through the tiny pores,
It's lifted out rapidly from a bodies deepest darkest cores,
Clear the mental of everything that feeds fearful feelings,
Try to prevent becoming a delicacy that is very appealing,
Who knows what beastly beast are lurking slowly about,
Who knows if their are few or if there's a gruesome amount,
The skeleton's are rushing out raving over their lost secrets,
They've been confined, locked up, bound as fearsome pets,
Now angrily it's being released without any sweet warning,
They have awaited patiently for this joyful deathly calling,
There are no beautiful angels here that can help or assist,
The soul is strong but has no strength to persist or resist,
Closed off there is no path that leads to a heroic escape,
Running away will not give a perfectly, pure clean slate,
What's left after revealing the darkness behind the mask,
What's left taking responsibility for all of the hurtful past.