You of all the people should have seen the truth that lay in front of your dark, glittering eyes
Voices conversing uncontrollably
You ended up here, and it is all your fault
If only you had tried understanding their dialect
You might have foreseen the events that were about to transpire
No matter how much you pray for a ray of light, your prayers won't be answered
They will only worsen your torture, for this darkness feeds on fear and despair
Deafening, unearthly, almost rhythmical sounds echo through distant dark corridors
You're hanging from an imaginary rope, ready to fall
The only thing strengthening your arms, enough to hold on the edge of the rope, is the fear of an eternal fall into darkness
Darkness created by someone's mind
Your will to live will abandon you sooner or later
When you can't hold on the rope anymore the journey begins
A journey into darkness
A journey into subconscious
Who knew that here dwelled all these kinds of monstrous thoughts
Thoughts that in this world are able to materialize
Who knew that a mere thought could open the portal
And through the portal they came
Monsters created by one's mind
Monsters that are after your sanity
Monsters bred in darkness
You pray again
This time you pray for the fall to end erelong
Before you lose your sanity
Countless questions that remain unanswered
The portal will only close when you find the answers to all of these questions
You just hope that the surrounding darkness itself will provide the answers
Whose dark dream could this be?
Could it be yours?
But why?
Why would you dream of your own death?
Why would you dream of your own torture?
Are you be something you dreamt of -- a persona hidden in the depths of your subconscious?
Are you awake or are you dreaming all of this?
Most importantly, what's the purpose of having eyes when everything that's important remains hidden from sight by the veil of darkness that covers everything around you?
That is, probably, for you to decide
Questions that could create more questions
Questions that could prolong this dream
Weird as it may seem, you feel absolutely no pain when you reach the ground
You just feel relieved
At last, no more questions to torment you
You just managed to deprive them of their best torture instrument
Maybe that's a good thing
Maybe now you can focus on the physical pain that is about to be inflicted on you
At least this pain doesn't feel like another illusion