Smoke

Inspired by the arcade game Carnevil.

A black and white checkered kitchen
Covered in splattered blood
Corpses chopping conscious victims
That beg to be taken by death
A captive escapes the mansion of screams
Into the harrowing howling night
The sound of a chainsaw is lurking behind
Getting louder with every step
He passes the coffins, the mangled trees
The gargoyles made of leaves
Through the pointed metal fence
Down the unlit hill
Far ahead a silhouette
Of a forest high and wide
Underneath the sky of grey
With clouds resembling smoke
Seemingly running on nothing
No light upon the ground
Infiltrating the wooded realm
Not knowing what lies within
Tripping on roots, breaking through branches
Desperately trying to hide
The sound of a chainsaw is heard nearby
Not caring to see what is behind
Onward through the darkened land
And invisible assailants of wood
Hunted and hungered, in search of salvation
From unearthly ones with fangs and blades
Just when despair ascends from the depths
The oncoming chainsaw ends its song
An exit is found in the forest of black
Eyes are wishing for the bright light of home
Body is sore, gasping for air
Mind is kindled with the fire of hope
But a mansion silhouette comes into view
And the sound of a chainsaw obliterates ears