Through the woods,
With shreded leaves,
And towering trees,
You cross a bridge.
The water below,
It shimmers and glows,
The reflection of the moon,
Casting shadows from the branches,
Like Deaths hands,
Open and waiting,
Closing around you,
The farther you go.
Deeper into the woods you go,
Creatures of the night lurking,
Waiting,
Calling,
And screaming,
Yearning for a taste.
Red glows from ravage eyes,
Follow you about,
They are not too far behind,
Your scent fills the air.
Seeking refuge in a cave,
In a mountain that blocks out the sky,
You run your hands against the walls,
Hoping to be led to safety.
Along the wall,
Slimy and smooth,
Rough and bumpy,
They change from every feel,
To every texture,
The claw marks on the walls,
Are passed with out notice,
A warning for all,
Missed again.
Creeping your way,
You stumble and faulter,
Falling and tumbling,
You fight against yourself,
Just another you in a crowd,
Self hazard and self destruction,
Every step of the way.
On the walls,
Unseen sights,
Tell the stories,
Of the others who have entered,
But never left.
Hanging bones,
And torn up bodies,
Gashing wounds,
And gaping mouths,
Screams frozen in place,
Forever in the dark,
Forever with out sound.
Slashes and bruises,
Line the bodies,
Of the fortunate,
The ones who seeked escape,
The ones who found a way out.
Beyond these for show,
There is a yard,
The overflow,
The self destroyed,
In a bone yard,
Where the bodies are forever,
Where forever are the bodies.
Past this room,
You continue on,
You count the bars,
As your fingers go over them,
One,
After another,
And another.
This jail cell holds no prisoners,
No guilt or fear,
Nor bodies to see.
Only the tales,
The untold stories,
Of those who were here before,
Scrawled on the walls,
The blood their only ink,
Before they found their escape,
Into the Bone Yard.
The floor gives way,
You fall into an abyss,
It never seems to end,
And when it does,
You lie on another,
Who was here before you,
But left when their legs did,
A gash across the neck,
Reveals it all,
If only you could see.
Crawling now,
You make your distance,
This nightmare is not ending,
But you have yet to see,
The real nightmare.
The one that will consume you whole,
Leave you feeling empty,
Leave you with out a feeling,
One that will swim in your dreams,
Pull the plug and watch them vanish,
Fill your nights with horrors and terrors,
Replace it all and take it back.
One that is hidden around you,
One that hides around you,
One that wishes to stay hidden from you.
In plain sight,
But never moving,
Always thinking,
But never talking.
It wishes not to destroy another life,
Not again,
Not after the last one.
And so it traps its self,
Behind self made walls,
And self thought chains,
Its imagination its greatest prison.
If you could only see,
What was in front of you face,
Not ten feet away,
There you would find me,
Looking back at you.