Demons and ghouls scratch at my door, anxious for the destruction they'll cause.
Gazing up to find hope, nothing awaits but mere shadows desperate to drown me.
I force my lungs to inhale just one more breath, even as this acid trickles through my nostrils.
Cries, wails, and mourning all vibrate incessantly in my skull.
Emptiness engulfs me, drowning my body in sorrow.
This mind, corrupted past the point of saving still desires to survive.
Thoughts, however, mock the mind and quietly whisper to each other, that "surviving and is not living".
Hopeful thoughts are murdered, while naive ones are tortured to the grave.
These lungs now full of acid begin to disintegrate, waiting to explode.
The cries savagely destroy all that is not sinful like them.
The last chips break from the door as the demons and ghouls pour in.
They're here for me, I smirk with open arms for them.
I won't drown alone.