At the end of the hallway
There it stands
A shadow enshrouded
Massacre induced
Soul,
Staring
Endlessly
Down the hall
Never once does anyone see it move
Yet often are the bodies found
They’ve tried to move it
They’ve tried to kill it
Nothing ever works
It continues to stare
Ever watchful
…Waiting…
Ready to kill the next soul
Who crosses its path
If they so much as turn their back.
We should probably leave you say
It’s not quite that simple though
We are trapped within a trance
A nightmare that has become our prison
A prison that ends only in death.
How we came to arrive in this place
No one knows, really…
We slept & never awoke
Now we stand tortured
By the evil soul
It stares from the end of the hall
Morphing a nightmare
For which it controls
No one has ever found a way out
Death only leads to losing ones soul
It stares from the end of the hall
I wish there were a way out
We never know who it’ll consume next
Its red eyed glare
…Waiting…
-At The End Of The Hall-
