I thought when i died i’d be fulfilled to freedom in the heavens above but, silly me it wasn’t the sight i thought i’d see.

rattles of chains.

screams of horror eating to the bones of your soul.

one step in front of another using your hands as guides through the pitches of nothingness.

someone please explain because this isn’t what i thought it would....

Careful what you wish for - so they say

Change the thoughts - they’ve said

You’re in control - what they’ll tell you

But what if..

What if the death of thought has wished for you

Changed you into being the victim and under their controlling spell wondering through the darkness for a glimps of light

Listen to me when I tell you I’ve tired - like actually

Tired to gain a tight grips as I fall ...