Death Row

Falling through waves of death,

Breaking through flames of eternal fire,

Shooting through tears that streak my face.

 

Flashbacks awaken,

As friends start to pass on,

Reaching a new feeling of sadness,

Corrupting my lonely broken heart.

 

There is no one left here,

Not a single child laughing,

Nor a single bird chirping,

I was what kept this dimension tied with a slim thread,

My very own existence was the heavy burden of a new born world.

 

This world is a barren wasteland,

Filled with empty darkness,

Shadows waiting to devour your weak consciousness.

 

Do you remember that world now?

That world that lies between Purgatory and Hell?

That forsaken world that kills?

The world of Death Row…

 

 

 

Remember that sound of the screeching hell the floorboards made as we walked together?

That smell of rotting carcass?

The blood that teared ever so gently down the walls?

Melting through the small crevasses.

 

A shockwave of pressure shattered through my eardrums,

My shadow fled from my side and gripped me tightly,

 

It was almost time,

Time for me to sleep,

Sleep for an eternal life of peace and tranquility.

Lying in the hands of Death Row…