Without questioning, I didn't look back. My mind racing through scenarios of what just happened. Did I see what I thought I saw? So I hid my fear and kept my thoughts on reserve as I run, as I run from the things that chase me. The creatures of my mind follow me through the night.
The night, crushing black, deaf sounds surround me. I run from the creatures of my darkest fears. My feet pounding into the ground. My head spinning and my thoughts on reserve. Am I seeing what I think I see? Are these shadow creatures out to get me? And so I hide my fear.
I turn a corner into an ally way. I hide my fear. I dash down the hallway between the buildings red. Bricks streaking by my eyes. A fire escape drops to the ground behind me, the creatures dark still chasing, chasing and hunting me. I question why? I hold my thoughts reserve.
As these tainted words unspoken escape from my lips, I hold reserve my thoughts. My eyes wide open, open seeing nothing but black, the lack of everything, everything for which I wish. I wish, what do I wish? The shadows of my mind still rushing after me. My fear hidden deep, deep within myself.
The harold angel sings as I scream, scream in to the utter blackness of my nightmare. My hidden fear escaping, escaping to the ears of the shadows of my dreams. The creatures of the night searching, following the footsteps of my fear. My mind breaks, the reserves of my mind seeping, seeping out to them.
Without questioning, I didn't look back. My mind racing through scenarios of what just happened. Did I see what I thought I saw? So I hide my fear and keep my thoughts on reserve as I run, as I run from the things that seem to chase me. The creatures of my mind that follow me through the night.
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