today we snuck past the mindfields. the trenches were cold
and damp
we barely made it out alive.
the shadows kept us warm from the darkness outside.
i can still hear the footsteps.
M couldnt sit still as his feet ruffled
the dead leaves below his feet,
C would whimper from time to time as K
kept violently silent. Myself,
i kept my eyes shut for fear of what may come.
we were running behind the gates of hell.
the sound of shutting doors sounded
of cellar walls caving in upon us.
the air became thin and our lungs became weak.
each hallway feeling neverending
we hear faint screams from behind us, but we dare not look back.
this is only the beginning of the end.
C tripped over some wiring, we quickly
helped him up as the screams became more clear.
stumbling from the damp flooring
we move with much haste.
there is a glimmer of hope as we notice a clearing.
then suddenly a darkened figure stands between the doorway.
M shudders and becomes lifeless in place.
K and I grab the other two and sneak into the nearest door.
slamming the door shut behind us.
gasping for air it feels as if it may be our last.
