The stairs have no end
Leading nowhere
Going nowhere
Here I sit waiting the day of my escape
In the back of my mind I know that day will not come
So again I sit here
Blackness fills all the space
Creating a cloak around the endless stairs
Through the veil I see things
Odd and remarkable things
I also see many awful horrid things
These are the only things that can pass through this veil into the darkness
They shape into the form of all my fears
Instilling constant distrust of the world around me
With this constant fear the will to live is close to none
The only hope I have is the day of my escape
Escape to where I know not
But even so anywhere is better than where I am now
Even so nothing changes in this world
Some days the hope becomes more
There is a glimpse of light in the darkness
Through it I see a world I once knew
Every time I rush down the stairs
Here I watch my hope shatter as one of the horrors devours the light
I scream in distress but the light does not return
So I still sit here waiting in the shroud of darkness
Awaiting the day of my escape
When will this day come?
When the stairs lead me to my escape
