In these silent halls you hear nothing,
But the screams of souls lost echo throughout.
The sound of their torment resonates within.
The walls creep to life, carving your tomb.
Pungent odors permeate this dead realm,
Lingering from mildew on wetted stone.
Years unattended darken this desolate place,
Warping the mind to see things not there.
Shadows lie in the corner
Slowly driven to madness.
Every sound sinks your heart deeper
To the pit of your chest.
Lost, you search for an exit, but none can be found.
For once you have entered, you can't escape.
The thought of death sets in.
Desperation remains as you take your life.
Your slumped corpse lies in the shadows
As it's engulfed in darkness…
In these silent halls...
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