Satan's Dungeon (poem)

[com2thedarksid…]

In a trance,

Under Satan's command.

I wish not to be here,

Yet I am.

Walking through,

A large cold dungeon,

With nothing but lit candles,

Hoping to make the right decision.

Walls made of stone,

Floors of concrete,

Make all my bone chill,

Even my feet.

I can't see where I'm walking,

All I hear are voices,

I want to know what,

Satan's choice is.

Though not alone,

With my phone in my pocket,

Only to discover a hole,

Meaning I must have dropped it.

Depressed with no phone,

I close my eyes and think,

What does all of this mean,

When it's all disappears in a blink.

[Blue-Wolf]

I like it, very good details.

[com2thedarksid…]

hey thanks!

[Kat-NE]

I liked the part where you thought you had the phone and then found that you lost.  It probably wasn't meant to be funny, but it made me laugh anyway (Had a long day, don't take it too personally).  If I were in that situation in "Satan's Dungeon", I wouldn't be laughing about it.

[com2thedarksid…]

nah it wasnt really funny more sarcastic but when i wrote it and i put in that part it was more and alert about what was abt to happen at any moment