THE SCREAM

You might not be the you that you think you are.

Embodied in restless fatigue,tossing,mindless,reaching,untouched but in a sweat I grasped the dead air for something real to believe in,but reality escaped my grasp over and over.

As hallow stenches swathed the damp air,nostrils flaired,gasping for more.

Dark figured henchmen trudged in the cold black darkness behind me as fear and mind bent fright besiged what had to be the coldest nightmare of dreams born.

more in time if space

Are you theyou you think you are ?

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