The abyss of doom hunts me,
Paving the way for my decay.
Glorious illusions are not my guardians anymore,
Hence, the darkness encloses me in a labyrinth of despair.
The abyss of doom sees me wherever I roam,
Wandering through a wild garden of wickedness,
Surrounded by evil ghouls with burning eyes,
Lonely and injured, striving for survival.
I stumble through this forsaken realm,
Where hope is a fleeting ghost,
Fading into shadows with every step.
The wind howls like a cursed whisper,
Carrying with it the echoes of forgotten souls,
Who once danced in the light,
Now imprisoned in the eternal night.
There is no mercy here, no salvation,
Only the weight of my own dread.
The ghouls laugh with hollow voices,
Their eyes are aflame with the fire of my fear,
And nevertheless, I press on through the thorns,
Each step tears away the remnants of my strength.
The abyss of doom knows my every thought,
It feels my terror, my sorrow, my longing,
For an escape that will never come.
The sky above is blackened, choked with clouds,
The ground below cracks under the weight of my despair.
How long can I endure this torment?
How far can one go when surrounded by spectres?
The answers elude me, just as freedom does.
I am lost in a maze where the walls close in,
And every path leads deeper into oblivion.
The flowers in this cursed garden are withered,
Their petals fall like shattered dreams,
Rotting under the harsh gaze of death.
I cannot escape this realm of endless grief,
Where each breath I take only brings me closer,
To the abyss of doom that waits to claim me whole.
And so I wander still, forever trapped,
A soul adrift in the abyss of doom.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
