Never Really Alone

Running... running... running through these endless, bleak halls... based around the character Ratman from the game series Portal.

Wandering this pernicious path,
These winding, bleak and endless halls,
Her cold, unfeeling, icy wrath;
Running, running from Death's black call.
"Who's there?" they ask, and I doth scream.
My sweet reward is but a lie-
But nothing here is what it seems
Beneath her chill omniscient eye.
In the iron grip of hellish science
The Reaper took the cube away
Her toneless voice preaching compliance
Within this world of endless grey.
Caught deep within this grim nightmare-
A rat trap'd in a twisted snare.

Author's Note

Some of the references may be weird if you haven't played the game, so everyone may not get it.

Reviews

[Russe Salome]

Beautiful, mate. Never thought I'd really encounter some legit poetry about Portal, but this is excellent. I like the "hellish science" line the most. Good on ya for making literary art from a video game; that needs to happen more often in life.

[kmartell]

Very interesting a real comand of language you have. I think it is so good that you probably dont need the heart part.

[John Patrick Robbins AK..]

F*****g outstanding amigo loved how ya spun this one and you show a true voice most do nothave so thats a very good thing cheers brother and stay crazy keep posting cause ya got this drunk madman as a fan from now on

stay crazy Gonzo