Purgatory

In the realm of shadows, where nightmares take flight,
Lies a haunting place, engulfed in eternal night.
Purgatory, a bad dream, where souls are confined,
Tormented and lost, in a realm undefined.

Within these forsaken walls, whispers softly sigh,
Echoing despair as time slowly drifts by.
Grim specters wander, their faces lined with dread,
Tangled in a web of darkness, where hope is dead.

In this twisted realm, dreams turn into decay,
Where twisted illusions hold their wicked sway.
Visions of despair dance upon tortured minds,
As screams of anguish echo, the lost souls it finds.

The air is thick with sorrow, a suffocating mire,
As specters claw at sanity, fueling the fire.
Ghosts of remorse and regret, forever trapped,
Their sins and mistakes, relentlessly rapped.

A labyrinth of despair, with no escape in sight,
Purgatory's grip tightens, extinguishing the light.
Each step forward, a step into endless despair,
Caught in this bad dream, in a never-ending snare.

Oh, purgatory, a twisted nightmare's domain,
Where souls are trapped in anguish, forever in pain.
May we wake from this torment, break free from its hold,
And find solace and peace in a reality yet untold.