posted on Nov, 8 2012 @ 05:50 PM
Pinch me, he said...
I remember those days. If only it were a dream, the hope that I would simply wake up from this nightmare long gone. Listening to the hum, the hum of
something I don't know, the hum and the wind gently gusting against the walls of my current refuge. You know what I miss? Sleep, they'll come they
never stop coming.
The light turns to darkness, their shadows looming over. So close I can feel their fowl breath whispering over my skin. They wreak of death, fowl
rotting flesh between their teeth. They're hungry, they're always hungry. And that shriek, dear god the shriek "kill me." If only I could,
right between the eyes, they'll be back. Here I sit, clutching my shotgun as if it were my last breath of life.