The Crimson Corridor

A signal is born from a crooked womb
Into the hands of the chemical sea
It writhes forward towards the Pharos
To infect the corpus and revive the fear
When sorrow’s seed awakes in me it takes dominion inside my head
A numb abyss of helplessness authors the visions it embeds
The change begins as I stand within the crimson corridor
I bite off my lip and I clench my fists screaming
«Cut it all away, cut it all away!»
Screaming…
The path is lit, I am drawn to it
The crimson corridor
Eternal recurrence
Lowered slowly into the jaws of dread
Crushed between its teeth
Suffocating