The Game

But this path that I'm taking, I'm lost in a deep end.

I'm scared.

 Of my breaths that lead my downfall.

 Of my tongue that ate the dirt as I crawl.

 Of my hands that murdered a single soul.

I'm scared.

 Of the monster running behind me,

 Of the demons trying to be free,

 Of the shadows lurking to see.

I'm scared.

 Of it's footsteps as I hid in my place.

 Of it's breath that warms the air near my face.

 Of it's eyes that lit up in a grimace.

I'm scared.

 Of a bell that rung a thousand times longer.

 Of a drastic shout to save my soul as I linger.

 Of a word after game that says... it's over.

(It's kind of vague but the setting's kind of the Minotaur thing.)