Accursed

Trapped inside this maze. Left to wander an endless tunnel of nightmares. The faces of all who have died cascade the shifting walls. Time is not here. This realm created by malevolent thought - an endless source for the void. Join me in this quest for the throne, the living will grant me my strength. Til the sun is blocked out by the smoke of your cities last breathe, our madness will spread like the plague. You will lead the massacre. Turned into the fiend you so fear. The darkness embraces your soul. Betrayed by your thoughts and your mind. The curse has taken control. Through waste and tides of imagery coursing through your brain, a fragile and decolate place was exposed. A shackle to ensnare. A slave to my pursuit you will bow like the rest. The forest will be the gateway to lure in your prey. The Witch of Decay. You will lead the massacre. Your psyche wrought with dark intentions Defaced. Your body taken. Lost inside a labyrinthian riddle. Removed from your skull to watch as a wraith. Waiting for this affliction to devour you. Your identity repurposed. Accursed. Through waste and tides of imagery coursing through your brain, a fragile and delicate place was exposed. A shackle to ensnare.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025