Nightmare - Fictional

Run down an empty corridor

Where all the doors are locked

It streches so far out

Ther is no end in sight

Your time is flying away

And you’re still on the run

No idea where to look

And no idea for what

The walls are getting closer now

Run faster, run if can

Somewhwre, down here

Is what you’re looking for

Bur beware of all the traps

You find on your way

Some are made by yourself

Some are made by others

Run down empty corridors

In this cruel nightmare

You are still searching for your core

And it is getting bare