Looming beyond the door
Empty room?
Fearful blackness
Engulfing the shadows
Dare to tread
Inside the abode
That has lost all meaning
The blackest of deaths
That inhabits the living
No light shall fall
Upon this space
Coldness roams – freezes time
You shall never spy on death’s face
It feels nothing
But the pain and despair
Compassion is gone
No ardour for life
Resides within
Cross that threshold
Tread these rotting boards
It’s lying in wait
Its genesis exists there
Unknown in the cavern of old
Secret whispers – scream for release
But none shall be heard
Until you pass
Into this barren room
One little step
But it’s an awfully long fall
Once you enter
There will be no going home
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