Cold and lonely
Sobbing uncontrollably
Complete darkness
Complete fear

Severing rope
tied to the bone
Cutting deep
Pain nailing home

Pushed to insanity
All sense lost
Fear overtaking
what once was

Stuck in one position
upon the damp floor
Wincing back in terror
at the creaking door

Paralysing light
does its harsh dance
Cutting deep
with every glance

Pain eroding
the empty vessel
Death approaching
to softly nestle

Slowly through the door
I fade to view
My face takes on
a deathly hue

Slicing your neck
from ear to ear
Blood gushing with
your rising fear

As you slowly slip
from life's harsh embrace
Death comes ripping
at a hastily pace

-Decado Merre.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Miraman, in the year 278 AF.