The ladder to the tower of hell

She was not aware

If she was awake

Or if she was asleep

But it was dark

And she lay on damp grass

Peering up at a

Full of dark tower

Full of foreboding

As she lay she felt the touch

Of something on her hands and face

Looking down she saw spiders

So dark and hairy all over the place

She jumped and screamed

Rubbing herself down

She did not like spiders

And what she then found

Was a ladder reaching up so high

To the dark tower

She could not lie

She felt about to cry

Spiders or ladders?

She also feared heights

But she climbed all the same

In dread and in fright

Ascending the ladder

Birds of ebony

Flew about her head

Gripping tight to the ladder

She frantically waved

And the flew away

A little bit higher she climbed

Then was assailed by large

Force gnawing teeth

Snapping at her

And tearing her flesh

Before flying away

Now she after what seemed and age

Reached the tower

That looked a satanic place

She looked down

And her head spin wildly

Her fears made her heart pound

And she screamed inside quietly

All she saw was darkness below

She felt though her fear flow

Stepping up inside the tower she saw

A whole range of large solid doors

Tired from the climb

She laid on the hard cold floor

Feeling more scared than ever before

This place was a place of nightmares

And it set the scene

As she laid there in her T-shirt

And in her tight jeans

All of these images

mirrored her scariest themes

She decided on which door she would open

Into a world twisted and dystopian

Then another led to a place of torture suffering and pain

Another to greed, avrcive and gain

Each door worse than the other

Each door threatened to smother

She turned back to leave

But there was no doorway their now

She would have to chose a door some how

Her each door opened

And voices screaming beckoned her in

She was now fearful and shaking

Then a door below her feet opened

And she fell and flayed her limbs

Then with a jolt she woke up in bed

It was all just a dream so full of dread

She rose up and opened the bedroom door

Nd what she saw frightened her more

No more world, just simply ruin

Dead bodies all around as moths and birds flew in

While spiders started covering the walls and floors

She could not take this anymore

Screaming and shouting she awoke again

Another nightmare, when would it end

She had no idea it never would stop

Caught in a horror loop she was caught

Each scene different, a different hell

Leaving her ready when she woke to yell

Forever in her terror and it’s torturous cell.

Published by fauxcroft

spiritually aware and compassionate. Experiencing being human through my conscious reality in an illusory world.

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