The Wrong Dark Way

A match was lit to find his way around,
as the eyes reflect a glow in darkness they surround,
slowly the flame goes out at the end of the wood,
again he lights another staying still where he stood,
more reflective eyes are closer than before,
now seeing the saliva drip from teeth it begins to pour,
growls of hunger heard as once again the flame goes out,
in the darkness the sounds of ripping flesh with a screaming shout,
managing to light the last match to see his leg is ripped,
as the flame moves down to burn his finger tightly gripped,
touching the small flame onto the box to keep it alight,
as from the darkness comes another giving him a bite,
tearing the fibers of his already blood soaked leg,
as for a chance in his life he begins to religiously beg,
the box burns quick as his other foot kicks back,
now his leg bleeds more from this continuous attack,
taking the ripped part of his clothing to keep the flame alive,
as he crawls along the stone floor wondering if he will survive,
a ray of light streams through an opening ahead,
he pushes towards it leaving a trail where he bled,
pulling himself out of the hole into the day,
he covers it with a rock so others won't go that way.