Run down the gray night wall. Flee. Beneath a rock, hide. The fury of my brow turns your bowels to water! The friction of this crossing grates upon thy spine...
Tremble, like the last loosening leaf of the year. There is a lump of ice in thy chest. There are no words within thy brain for the tongue; only the colors of panic move there...
Fall again, curl thyself into a ball and weep. For this is how man began, and this is how you shall end. I come for you like a juggernaut, a rolling black ball; I crush what I touch. Flee, and thou might a moment gain, an hour perhaps, before I gain upon thee...
An invisible horse races through the pastures of thy mind. Thou knowest him by his hoofmarks, each of which is a fresh wound...
The sky creaks above thee. The ground trembles under your feet. What is that tall, shadowlike thing that comes to stand at thy back...?
Hurt any one of my friends again, so much as look in their direction, then such shall be your fate.
COMMENTS
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queenofchaos
05:51 Mar 24 2008
When shall I expect you?
MysticMoon
16:50 Mar 24 2008
wow glad your on my side..lol
Joli
01:48 Mar 25 2008
I believe in you, that this is how you care about those you love.