In the muted room, all color drained,
Walls bore witness, where pain remained.
The glint of a bottle, cruel and stark,
Cast sinister shadows, deep and dark.
His silhouette loomed, an impending dread,
Eyes empty as voids, all warmth had fled.
Each step he took, laden with ill intent,
Echoed silent screams, past moments spent.
First strike, a thunderclap, swift and cold,
The world tilted, stories of anguish retold.
Breath stolen, sky spinning, an unforgiving whirl,
Caught in a vortex, as reality did unfurl.
The air grew dense, time's cruel jest,
With every heartbeat, a thud in my chest.
Blow after blow, a relentless tide,
No corner to hide, no place to confide.
Each punch, a chapter of disdain and spite,
Crushing, consuming, claiming its right.
Flesh met fury, in a dance macabre,
As lights dimmed, and colors did garble.
In this abyss, sounds grew distant and faint,
The cruel choreography painted a grim taint.
There, in the depth, all hope did dissolve,
In a relentless storm, no solace to involve.
Caught in this tapestry, woven of despair,
The room's silence screamed, a chilling air.
No reprieve, no end, just an endless fall,
Into the chasm, where darkness did call.
