The Price that comes with Luck.

Pray to Lady Luck.
Fill your lungs with the drips of chlorine.
Lie down on a bed of coals.
Close your eyes to the bite of salt winds.
Spit the poison into your cup.
Claw at the walls in a panic
As if they'll give way to this idiocy.
Pound the floor in desperation.
They've locked the doors, shoved you in the abyss, left you to survive until daybreak.
The friendly corridors...have turned into harshly lit hallways. Bleached with light.
The loop will continue, indefinitely, until daybreak.
Paralyzed with paranoia. Too afraid to turn around, too afraid of what's in front of you.
Deny it. Deny it all.
This is it. The end fifty times over.
Regrets? Spit them all out, mucus and saliva and bile all mixing into one substance. Your so called "truths."
Slather yourself in numbness, throw your hope away.
It's over.
Light...the most beautiful thing in the world.
It comes again, another night.
Be prepared.
Filthy, Filthy, Filthy, Filthy. Filthy, Filthy, Filthy.