7 Minutes In Hell

As I walk through an alley of fire
I can feel the heat in your veins
beating against my windpipe
surrounding my oxygen chain
moving so swiftly in circles
whispering filthy, evil tasks
deep into my ear, stimulating my fear
forcing me to hide behind a mask
concealing my emotions replacing them
with false bravery and hope
portraying an image of daring courage
the pressure rising in my throat
captured by her web
entangled in her trails
Oh the surprises you will find
in seven minutes of hell