I'm sitting.
Quietly weeping.
Thoughts are destroying my mind.
Death is taking away what is his.
He wants everything.
Nothing can stop him.
He is sitting in the dark.
Red eyes are staring, glooming, and shining with fear.
Fear not of himself, but of the illusion of being in his mind.
Fear only the wretched see, for they see all sorts of evil.
Each tiring moment feels like my last.
I am trapped inside this past to the point of no return.
My brain is forced to feed its own images.
"Determination is the key" says Death.
From the shadows I hear soft laughter mixed with screams.
The sounds are ramming their way through my ears.
In a few hours time, the night will soon be over.
Death will never go away.
Everyone knows of his face.
For he enters the dreams of women, and nightmares of men.
Children are left alone because the are easily deceived.
Now that the night is gone, death will rest once more.
