Violent Night

(For some reason this didn’t post. Apologies!)

I ran to the lodge in the dead of dark night.
Was there ever an option I might get out alright?
The winds howls I took as unknown.
What ever possessed me to go in alone?
I cannot say but I did all the same.
Perhaps it was part of some much larger game.
If that is true am I just a piece?
Pawn on the board of life’s great deceit.

Shackled to the mantle of brightly shining decay.
Piece by piece my once strong mind did fray.
Terror filled visions plaguing my skull.
What I would give for life to return to dull.
Devoid of fragments wielded by crones.
A stinging jabbing gnaw feasting on my bones.
Separated sanity sealed in a box.
Everywhere I look there are ringing clocks.

Wrapped in an enigma screaming for quiet.
One more revolution might start my riot.
For the toll on my body has reached breaking point.
All I want now is out of this maddening joint.
Yet something tells me its over not when I say.
That it wouldn’t matter how much I offered to pay.
So instead I must escape from this shell.
Before it drags me straight down to hell.

Wicked laughing cry rings in my head.
Only to be replaced by chants that I’m dead.
Heed there words, I do no such thing.
For it is clear they are only attempting to make me give in.
So I grab the axe and cut down the cell.
Only to clamber my way out of that shell.
As soon as I do my eyes fill with light.
Freedom is mine from that long violent night.