Tag: no escape

  • The Realm of Nightmares

    The Realm of Nightmares

    The realm of nightmares, beneath the cold and silver grin of the stars,
    Treading through passages of dread,
    Where shadows writhe, and walls grow thin,
    As whispers crawl from ear to head.

    The clock unmakes each moment’s tread,
    Time drips to dust and fades away,
    The voices of the ancient dead,
    Their chilling grins lead unfortunates astray.

    A sky of crimson, decadent with ash,
    Hangs heavy over this broken realm,
    The earth beneath begins to thrash,
    As claws reach up through cursed sand.

    Wandering through the realm of nightmares,
    Locked away in endless nights,
    Where every step, each haunted lair,
    Steeped in sorrow, drenched in fright.

    No solace here, no peace of mind,
    In this dark realm, the soul’s alone,
    Where horrors bloom grotesque, unkind,
    And terror sinks deep to the bone.

    A scream escapes, but silence reigns,
    A ghostly sound that’s never heard,
    While stars above ignite with flames,
    And burn away the final remark.

    With every moment, the walls collapse,
    The floor beneath bends and snaps,
    The realm of nightmares, vast and infinite,
    No start, no end—just shattered maps.

    The trees are twisted, black and bare,
    Their limbs reach out with claws of spite,
    From their breath, bitter winds ensnare,
    Extinguishing the newborn light.

    No dawn will come to end this storm,
    No morning’s grace to chase the gloom,
    For in the realm of nightmares, no light takes form,
    And shadows haunt each quiet room.

    Eyes burn like coals in masks grim,
    Their gaze, the deepest, darkest dread,
    And though they wear a thousand shrouds,
    Not one of them was indeed dead.

    They form from phantoms, born of fear,
    Each nightmare weaves from horror’s thread,
    Their breath, the wind; their voice sings clear,
    Of sleepless nights and waking dread.

    The ground below turns into clay,
    It pulls all down into its strand,
    Where darkness swallows the light of day,
    And reason cracks like brittle sand.

    Falling, falling—there is no end,
    No waking from this cursed blight,
    For in the realm of nightmares, the rules will bend,
    And all are trapped in endless nights.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Trapped Inside

    Trapped Inside

    Trapped inside
    by Esther Elizabeth Racah

    She was trapped inside those walls of stone,
    Trapped inside a box that was too small for the hope of finding a home.
    The air was void, the light was none,
    And every breath weighed more than lead.

    She scratched, she pounded, she screamed in vain,
    But silence mocked her endless strain.
    The box did not relent nor break,
    As fate tightened the chains of her fate.

    The walls were near, yet out of reach,
    Their cold touch whispered of defeat.
    Each corner held a darker shade,
    As light and hope began to fade.

    Cruel fate, the weaver of that snare,
    Threaded her despair with bitter care.
    An unseen hand that bound her soul,
    Ensuring that she would never be whole.

    She twisted, she turned, she tried to flee,
    But every movement tightened her.
    Her mind, a prisoner of its own,
    A labyrinth of fears unknown.

    Fate laughed, a sound so cold and bare,
    As dreams dissolved into burnt air.
    The box was small, yet endless too,
    A world she could not travel through.

    And so she sat, resigned, alone,
    That box, her cage, became her throne.
    No door to open, no path to take,
    Just fate and nothingness were the cruel architects of deception.

    In that confined, eternal space,
    She saw no end, no saving grace.
    The walls closed in, the ceiling fell,
    And she was lost within its hell.

    Fate smiled, its grip tight and strong,
    As she remained where she belonged.
    In that box, that wretched place,
    She faced the truth, the final trace.

    That there she’d stay, trapped and bound,
    By fate’s decree, without a sound.
    Trapped inside, with no light to find
    And no rescue to find.

    That box owned her for eternity,
    Trapped inside fate,
    Trapped in silence,
    Trapped inside death,
    With no escape.

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