• As a child,
    you have been told of a gate.
    A gate, of death.
    The adults said,
    never to go by it.
    Yet.
    Here you are,
    standing at its entrance.
    People say its the gates,
    of hell.
    You begin to walk towards it,
    as if in a trance.
    Its grip of death,
    dragging you in.
    You then enter the gate.
    It leads,
    to where nightmares,
    are made.
    Then,
    You fall to your knees.
    And beg for mercy.
    You beg like an old man,
    asking for his life.
    Then,
    you stop.
    You lay down,
    and go to sleep.
    Never to wake again...