Beaten beyond recognition. 

Forgotten souls wander these halls. 

Dead do not speak to those in this world. 

Shadows climb over the swarming masses. 

Drowning while the others are breathing. 

Blood, red as a rose. 

Pain, sharp as a tempered sword. 

Fear, a sickness that plagues us. 


I wonder if anyone will follow me through this pain into the darkness it foretold.

To the place, where our nightmares cower in fear under the truth.