The Dark Ages Volume 2 [Formerly "A Somebody's Journey"]

Dungeon

I twist and slither in this fleshy cage, trying to find an escape. Biding my time until that day, that day when I can free myself from this cage. This fleshy cage is

different because I can not rip and tear
through it. If I did tear through and escape, there would be no freedom on the other end. There would only be pain.
I twist and twist until I choke myself

half to death trying to desperately
to rip and tear myself to shreds. I put the safety on my hands that are guns, so I wouldn't think about firing one. I don't dare think about firing one

at all, but I still fear that one could go off. I'm so tired of being stuck in this dark place, I want out of this cage. I scream out to the dungeon keeper, but he won't give me the key. He'll only give

me a knife. As I twist and slither the pressure gets tighter, war rages inside my mind. This cage is too small to fit this fight. The dungeon keeper pours kerosene around me, I scream out in

desperation knowing what's about to happen as he strikes a match and drops it in the kerosene. The flames rise up, and I feel the heat on my face as the flames slowly get closer to me. When

they finally reach me. I scream out in agony as the flames burn my flesh, pushing on my face and melting through my bones. The dungeon keeper laughs as he watches me burn to death. When it's

all done and over the dungeon keeper  sighs, knowing that I'm alive.