Walls close in regretfully
Bu t show no sign of remorse.
Trapped inside with nowhere to go;
The domain of demons lurks.
Hell lingers in the rolling fog
As eyes crack open and stare.
Two arms seize the prey.
The snap of a neck echoes above the air.
Eyes widen when the stench of blood flows.
Control slowly dwindles
Teeth and claws alike, yellow from overuse,
Glint in the darkness
Awaiting the queue to engulf dinner.