Up the wall I crawl as I try to escape the wicked fate that lies beneath me. Nails ripped and torn from weary fingers as this feeble attempt to climb weaken me more. I can hear the sad loud wails of the fallen below moaning in agony from their eternal hungry. Cold bony flesh claw and grip my ankles which encourages me to climb further; however, it seems that I am now at the top. I hold on to the edge of the barred window while my body bangs against the old stone walls of my cage to escape what’s below. A firm grip now held my ankle and pulled. A scream of agony escaped my throat as they tore at my flesh and took their fill until I was one with them. -by Grim Angel

Image: by Richard E. Kingston