Circular Hell Poem by Lilith Jenenji

Lovely pulsing heart sensation,
deep-black monster mutation.
The door keeps slipping farther
away from my grasp.
It's pure white frame and stunning
golden clasp.

I'm trapped in here with these lifeless beings,
limbs and features but they aren't breathing.
Closing in on me and obstructing my view.
I crawl and hide but there's nothing I can do.

They want my soul for themselves
and I'm letting in to their taunts.
They say if I give them my feelings
I'll get what I want.
But right now all that is, is just
to get out of this Circular Hell.
I was running, on my way, before
but then I fell,

Through a hole in my defences
and ended-up...

Here.