Walked these corridors before
but they were not painted
with this same decor.
There wasn't blood pouring
from the walls,
and the floor,
wasn't where the ceiling
sat before.
There wasn't a stain of fear
smearing your eyes,
or that feeling
of shocked surprise,
as you walked further
into its heart.
There wasn't
a locked door inside,
that spoke in a ghastly voice
asking you to turn the key.
Like you have a choice.
And as you turn the key,
you hear a chilling voice call.
Before nightfall
you would have found
just an empty bed,
in a room like all of the rest,
empty and uninspired.
Now you find the beast
sat in darkness salivating
awaiting his feast instead.
By daylight it never felt like you
were being swallowed whole.
The way the light moved through
was previously like a sweeping sheet
billowing on the wind that blew,
not this haunted strobe lighting,
tugging at you,
and before there wasn't
an ancient beast of the night,
trying to hide his smile,
or his dripping fangs.
In daylight,
there was nothing.
Just corridors and you.
In the daylight hours this corridor,
bland, uninspired, and beige.
Was nothing, it didn't feel dark or mysterious,
not a cage.
It didn’t scare, or feel like a world
that shouldn't exist.
It never felt like words
that can't form on human lips
or on a simple page.
Now however, the lights have dimmed,
and the clock has spun its hands
around to reach the ceiling.
The corridors are spinning,
morphing, melting
and the beige has taken
a strong tint of red,
the beastly hand
knocks you dead.
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