Footsteps cloaked in musty silence
You inhale the mold of ancient dreams
Dry lips emit no word, no whisper
Though your mind is wracked with screams.
Aging spires loom high in the darkness
At angles too monstrous to comprehend
Rust in the air, rust in your bones
There's no release and you can't pretend.
Sightless in the Alley of Shadow
You perceive by senses beyond the pale
Strung from lamp-less posts, the corpses
That forevermore shall tell no tales.
They have not mouths, nor ears, nor eyes
Not blood nor sex, these withered shells
Drained of conscious thought, you join them
Welcome to your personal hell.