You come to a dimly lit room.
The walls encompass you in a claustrophobic circle
The room seems empty
      Minus the smell
              Sulfur and formaldehyde

Aside from the twirling obelisk in the middle of the room
      You’re alone
The obelisk spins in place
      Twisting
It’s form resembles that of a strand of DNA
      Owning a deep purple tinge and haunted feelings
               The devil’s genetic make-up maybe

The fumes and paranoia strike hard
The silence screams in unbearable volume
Your mind becomes engulfed in toxic hate
        Rage searing through your thoughts
               Pain and Destruction

There is no door out
You’re in the negative spiral
        Where fury and failure goes to die
                Welcome home.