Shadow

Loneliness,
Hiding in the darkness,
With a broken heart,
Holding onto life,
As his hope drains away,
Slowly dying.


Death fills his head,
As the pain overcomes him,
Reducing the little pride,
That he has left,
Cutting him down in his prime.


His eyes stinging,
From the poisoned tears,
Drenching his face,
Like cold blood.


His scars he conceals,
With his charred hands,
Bleeding dark blood,
From working,
All those pain-staking years,
For nothing.


The black hole,
No longer beats,
Just swallows all emotion,
Draining away all life,
From his cold damaged body.


He's felt the pistol against his temple,
Felt the dead fingers pull the trigger,
Blowing out his brain over and over again,
Feeling their piercing eyes upon him,
Sensing their presence,
As they float about around him.


Ever since he saw his mother commit suicide,
They have always been their,
Like a dark cloud swallowing all happiness,
That enters their aura,
Inducing a zombie-like state,
Creating drones,
Void of all emotion and thought.

The gun never ends it,
He always returns to this prison,
Always stalked by his nightmares,
Being haunted by his past,
Trying to escape his own creations,
That he created through his grief.


Knives on the other hand,
Work against the hunchbacked beasts,
That roam the dark corridors,
Lurching forward from the empty rooms,
Dragging their hands against the floor,
With a sick thud.


The nurses,
Have no faces,
But a mess of blood, and maggots,
Screaming their banshee like cries,
On all fours,
With their twisted bodies,
Dripping blood.


The doctors,
The few that there are,
Have no fingers,
But scalpels and other instruments,
Sewn into their hands,
Using them to graft dead flesh together,
Wearing some kind of gas masks,
That spew out blood through the busted out eye sockets.


He's learned to avoid them,
That they cannot see,
But can hear his footfalls,
As he makes his way down the corridors,
Nearly always slipping on fresh blood,
That leads to the exit,
Covered in a mountain of chains.


There is no escape,
He is forever trapped in this twisted realm,
Where fiction becomes reality,
And everything is as it seems,
Where the sun never shines,
Where darkness swallows all hope,
As he lies in his bed,
Strapped down,
In an eternal sleep,
That he'll never awake from,
As the plug is pulled,
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