The dark clouds pass over my head as i lay there dreaming. The trees whisper of death and dispare. The heavens open up and cry. The tears help wash away the evil, the blackness in peoples' eyes. But what is of one whom is dreaming? What is it of a lost soul? The empty stares blanket the ground, no room is left to wonder, no room is left to believe. The ground you walk on is stairing back at you. Pleading , reaching for you.Their want is so strong it pulls you down. Down into the black pits of their eyes. They call for you. Calling over and over. All the terror and screams in their voice is flooded together creating one big monster. Trying to seize hold of your last bit of sanity. Trying to attack from within. A neverending fight. Trying to escape, the cries become your own, the want consumes you. All hope is being stripped from your very heart and soul. The hills grab at you, pull on you, try to deceive you. They want what you have, they want you. Your eyes open up with a scream and the rain pours down masking the tears hidden within me, running down my face.
