Corridors

[demonchild1804]

Listen, do you hear that voice?
I follow cause I have no choice.
Along the corridor in the dark.
Far away the wolfhounds bark.
The walls contract and start to smother.
I'm alone, there is no other.
Stumbling, still can't find the door.
The whispers urge me further more.
Sensing heat, a fire's near.
Start to run, propelled by fear.
Slidding across a blood-drenched floor.
Screams are drowned by the fire's roar.
Hold my breath, can't stand the smell
of rotting dead, I'm trapped in Hell.

I'll cut you just to taste you more.

[dyinangelc]

these are all about death. my friend would love this site. he is obessed with writing about death in his wonderful poems.