The End of the Tunnel

It's getting hotter in this cave,
that seems to go on forever.
I reek of odor and of decaying flesh,
and I can barely stand upright.
My pupils are beginning to dilate.
Far past my iris.
I'm becoming a Dead Man.
I'm slowly Dying.

I used to scream at the top of my lungs
in pain, in decay,
clothes torn,
hair matted and frizzy,
spitting up blood,
insects and arachnids surround me,
the usual nightmare...

 One day, I stopped screaming.
I let the decay win.
One day I woke up, and never moved from my sleeping position.
I let go of Sanity,
I let go of Normalcy, I let go of Understanding.
I let go.

The bugs, over time, skitted away.
Decomposition eventually stopped tearing at my flesh.
My skin stopped feeling like Fire, like death,
and the screaming in my mind slowly faded.

I wondered for a moment if I died.
I tried moving my hand, and it bended to my will.
My first three fingers clenched to my palm weakly,
I barely saw it through my mangled hair.

The pain faded gradually.
It stopped, one day.
I was afraid to move.

The Light opened from the side of my cave,
Death fled far from my bedside, like a desperate scavenger,
appearing finished with my body.

It was a large crack in the wall.
I felt a difference in me. It triggered the split.
I suddenly realized at that moment,
as the Crack stared at my grotesque body,
the key to getting out of here.
Its name rang on my lips and made the walls of the Cave shudder,
"Change."