Empty Wishes -Wonderful hallucinations

A Journey (Short Story)

He wanders down the harrowing hall,
As he climbs up a few stairs at the end,
Dark, filthy and steep.
He shan't know his destiny,
For he shall crumble under the vastness of it.
He wonders, where this ends,
With every passing hall, a stairway to the next one just behind a deep dark corner.
He's haunted by doors, a way to escape, yet all locked tight,
Daunting wood or metal seperating him,
From the gut-wrenching gurgling and screams,
Shrieks of excruciating pain fill the air, he hears footsteps by the corner he left behind.
Nails screeching against the cold metal doors,
Someone banging on the wooden doors, screaming for help, yet he runs past.
He runs through the hall,
Turns at the corner,
Looks up the stairs to see a door,
With something nailed onto it,
He's hollow, no tears flow, no sadness looming over him anymore, he's learnt his lesson, learnt to live, overcome the trauma, but at what cost.
Blood flows from the gap below the frame, down the stairs to his bare, cold, tired feet.
He climbs the stairs, what seems like the last of his despair.
As he turns the rusty knob,
He hears a click,
And there,
Music, serene and beautiful, a piano,
It's an emotional ballad, but he feels nothing, nothing apart from the rust on the record.