Where fear exists
the evil whispers
The word of terrors
to create those creatures
that will hunt your conscious
Draining you down to your subconscious
Process by process
You go down and down
To an unknown town
Where people go to clown
Where your soul goes to drown
To wear a fake crown
Ruling up side down
Your body turns to brown
Nerves pumped with pains
Are raining on your brain
You are waiting for a train
To escape from this land
Looking for a hand
To search through the dark
Looking for a place to mark.
@Ukiyos