A maze of narrow, twisting halls,
Invisible blood seeping from the walls
Crimson pooling on tile,
A scarlet sea covering everything
Tormented souls lurking nearby,
Their wails echoing in the night
Past misfortunes buried beneath,
Memories best left behind
A foundation of rot and decay,
Everything reeking of tragedy
A puzzle of careless lies and cruel secrets,
Born from surging darkness
The place you will forever
Know as home,
The labyrinth entrapping your soul
© 8 August 2019, by Haley Scully
This is a poem I wrote a year ago, inspired by “White Day: A Labyrinth Named School”. Since I just wrote my last CIB Sunday post over it, and happen to really love this game, I thought it would be fitting to share my poem, too. I hope you enjoy it! And if you’re into horror video games, especially Asian ones, I’d highly recommend “White Day”!
Introverted Creativity 
School memories captured…
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Yeah, I think memories of school stick with us for the rest of our lives. Unfortunately, they’re not always positive. I’d say in the case of the “White Day” game, those memories probably lean more towards negative… 😅
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And they show up in our dreams and/or nightmares. At least in my case.
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Yep, same here. School memories have a way of sneaking in, sometimes.
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