i see things out of the corner of my eye. the figures that elude my gaze manifest themselves in the arms of Morpheus. they whisper rancorous cacophonies. they warn of slaughter, play off of the existing fear. it leaves me trembling in my wake. brings forth knowledge that was once easier to push away. that fear; was a well known truth. the inevitablility of the massacre that awaits me. has the blood loss caused these hallucinations? on the edge of a viridescent forest, despite the growing winds, i am warm. i did not see the great beast she sent for me. a snarling giant, unseen amongst the thicket. as fangs sunk into the flesh of my forearm her spell wore off. despite the growing agony from my throes with that which remained unseen, i made no move to rid myself of its iron jaws. the rustling of the gale between the shadowy willows paled to the chime that came from the ichor pouring from the holes in my appendage. the blood burned the grass at my feet. my mind went up in flames. lost in the visions of terror that i chose not to see in my earthly state. i woke up at the edge of the woods again. staring into nothing, i feel the least alone. i know that unseen eyes surround me. ive dwelled outside the rows of pines enough times to know what lurks beyond them. i no longer fear the ravenous creatures that seek to tear me limb from limb. i pick at my wounds. wait to feel the warmth of my blood trickle down my arm i lay myself bare and wait in anticipation as the gore drives the beasts mad. i feel nothing as they rip into me. i feel nothing as they rip into me. i feel nothing as they rip into me.