Catacombs of webbed silk
fills my journeys of late
Decay permeates my mortar
Seeping slowly into structured brick

I feel walls of arctic dankness
As I stumble through darkened abyss
Sounds of crunching beneath sluggish feet   
Source of  crunching crawling up tired legs.

Labored breath inhales stench of ruin
burning once clear eyes.
Putrid waters lazily Carry flotsam
Bruising  ankles along their way.

Ears hear only squeals of ravenous vermin
Waiting for their next meal
I wonder if I am the menu tonight.
Where panic should live exists only calm

Calm of familiarity!
I have been here before
Surrounded in daunting shrouds
A willing prisoner of degradation 

This is my escape!!!
No one dare’s to search
And in my lonely torment
I weep for life and living

Tears mingle in existing waters
Diluting putrid with pure
Until the tears are no more
Mourning is passing into memories

Darkness begins to retreat
The healing has begun
Soon I will sneak a peak
Maybe a glance

At what I hope is not my last chance