Down A Creepy Corridor

A thousand screams, littering the rusty air,
Echoing down the corridor
Joined by the cry of agony,
Dew drops of red
On broken crystal carpets.

Should of stayed at home,
But it's too late.
I try to stand up tall,
Point my nose to the sky,
However clouds frown,
No longer accept me into,
Fluffy embraces.

I'm closer now, and colder too
Blood left my naked toes,
So every step sends even more,
Shivers down my spine.
The cold is slowly seeping through my
Handmade woollen jumper,

I feel numb and quiet
All I hear is my steady heartbeat
Soft slow lullaby, drifting me to sleep,
Perhaps for the last time.

And I'm no longer afraid,
My fear driven out by the inevitability
Of it all.
I will reach the crooked door
Inside, with floorboards that creak,
My fate will be decided

I should of stayed at home;
I didn't, and now I'll turn the handle...
But it's already open.