Running through these halls, grasping at doors to find them locked
Looking back over my shoulder
Deep breathing; gasping for air
My lungs are overworked and filled with dust
A taste of sawdust resonates in my mouth
Pieces of wood made their way to the cells on my tongue
Serving as a reminder of where I have just been
Holes in the floorboards; they pop up like gopher heads from the soil
Skipping over boards makes me feel as if I am a pawn in your game of chess
This is exactly what this is - a game
One lacking humor and is, instead, one of wits
The winner is freed from the torment
It chases me further into the darkness
It’s getting harder to see through those board holes
The threat of getting stuck in purgatory for all eternity is building
Hyperventilating, I spin in the blackness, leering into the fog
No matter which direction I turn, I see nothing
Feeling lost and defeated, I regurgitate a blood-curdling scream
I do not scream for you
I do not scream for help
I scream for my sanity
I cry for closure; Heaven or Hell -it no longer matters
I crave the ending to that taste in my mouth, to the evil within me
I see the coffin I broke out of and the grave I undug
They wait for me, my final resting place