Disrupted Mortality

Dreaded blackness creeps upon me, as I pace the frigid concrete. Ting of metal and flickering lights, chambers filled with decaying frights.

Rigid limbs and pale skin, again I hear the haunting din. Pulse is racing, hairs stand on end, as evil embrace me as friend.

Sinister visions dance by my eyes, cognitions, haunts, truths or lies. Cold sweat beads on blood-drained brow, as emotions internal, and deep, arouse.

See the blade, razor sharp, flash through flesh, with slicing arc. A pounding sounds, behind the door, or in my head, I can’t be sure.

My heart wavers, a surge of red, on the table one is dead. In the box another lies, in wait of its inevitable demise.