DeaRaven

The Crimson Door Written by: Robert Needles The room smelled of stale breath, as if a giant toad let out a load deafening croak, spewing out an odor of death. It was too dark to even see a thing, but the smell was horrendous, the boy felt as if his nostrils were enflamed. He stumbled about with his hands held out in front of him, hoping that he would likely find a wall to follow, and hoping it led to the way out of this dark rotting hellhole. His foot strikes something hard, sending him flying into the air, and eventually onto the cold wet floor. He reaches out to get up, and touches something squishy and nauseating. Climbing to his feet

Seeing you suffer like this, laughing at your pain, jabbing at your heart with a rusty fork, watching your blood creep out, painting the floor crimson, how silly you look lying there, slowly dying, crying, relying upon no one, just dying, wishing that you stayed in bed, where it was safe, but now in pain, you knew what I would do, strangle you with your necklace, torture your body with knives, laughing maniacally, watching your eyes in fear, closing slowly, inviting the darkness in, praying for me to have mercy on you, this is what makes me feel good, sit back and enjoy the ride, I sure will.

Rain falls from clouds, Grey as the moon, Cool air blows in, From cool waters. The turquoise waters, Fall on my head, As peace spreads across the land.