Trapped inside the Prison of Souls.
The road ahead that no one knows.
A tortured maze where there is no light.
The scent of corpses fills the night.
Inside your head is a continuous cry.
Increasing in sound, on your nerves it does pry.
The wail of others fills your ears.
A painful death is what one fears.
To steal you in the dead of night,
Without the chance to even fight.
To slowly tear your soul apart.
From your body it must part.
To bag you away, triumphantly grim.
A tasty feast Death has won again.
Distrust and roaming eyes appear.
Betrayal slowly drawing near.
The prison of souls, a dreadful place.
One I fear we all must face.
Inside of us, though there is light,
Darkness will come to blur our sight.
It be too late for us to see.
Our final downfall the Prison of Souls will be.
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