DOOM GONG II

Snaking my way through the shrouded paths corridors

Each of the walls caked in dust from years before

Each passing corner I find a different fragment of bone from a poor soul that felt the same just the same as I

The closer I get to whatever lays beyond

The eye deep inside won't blink even once

The path opens slowly into a cavernous hall, so bright but can't look away

I see the gong ringing on

Reach out my hand as the air vibrates my skin starts to evaporate from existence