Salem Maquerade In Claustrophobia
the pounding walls of fear beating, pulsing in my head rising and descending like ritual panic my entire being becomes engulfed, encircled in a never ending maze of sound and sight lungs enhale the vacuum the nothingness of the unknown inhaling the fear that forever flows pulsing, beating, rushing from my heart no escape, petrified, paralized pulses of blood beat harder within the black outer skin of a grotesque charade masquerade in airless cell the prison of the mind, a blackened shell
