Dancing omon the flames is what it felt like,walking across needles,dying,soullessYou walk down the damp halls as you worry that they'll find you. Dancing through the halls waiting for death to ervie. Falling thoughts you struggle to breath.up,down,up,down.holes,fire.
Ticktock, bang,bang splat, scitter. Sounds of death. Dancing opon the grave mistakes you made, organs are stringed to walls, and hearts a being chopped upYou wish for the dredfullness to leave this place,place of over dew sweets that flash in to horriers,driping with blood,never moving, nonstop smiling, Always laughing and cackling, to the slightest death, dying, blood organs,Flame dancein looping in the flames as it swallows you hole
