Slithery snakes

Crawling up your spine

Insomnia, creeping

In through the doorway

The voices, the minds

Of thousands of generations

All seeping into your

Head, screaming

Murder, violence

Walls dripping blood

Your very own

Little slice of hell

Blood, fire, hated

Malice, loss, fury

War, pestilence

Famine, death

Winning in the end

Isn’t always the best option

A winter with souls

Stripped bare, weeping

Mice, tunneling through your organs

Gnawing on you, inside out

Wicked witches

Making potions from

Your brain cells

Wasting away into

Utter nothingness

Creeping skin

Dissolving mouths

Rotting flesh

Self-disregard

Life as you know it

Piling up

Jumping off the bridge

Your end

Is over

Darkness