Walk on in,

where souls have hidden,

for thousands of years,

risking life itself,

possibly no turning back,

for this nightmare has just begun.

Is this all in my head?

Reality seems to be drifting farther and farther away,

as I roam farther along this dangerous path.

No false sense of security,

I feel danger lies ahead,

lurking in the shadows,

avenging the un-dead.



I am the one you admire,

you can not help it,

but you are forced to follow in my footsteps,

entwined as if you were a piece,

of my puzzle.