As i walk down this eerie street I can hear the quiet violence happening feet away. As I stumble upon this puddle of blood I knew it was just the start of another game of chess, and I have to find out if I’m the Queen or simply a mere pawn.
Yet I do feel as if a dark shadow was casted over me and it is time for me to go.
But I would tread water before I give this life to this “Thing.”
As I walk by the last lamp post I know that this won’t be a battle of strength or speed. It will be mind over matter and if I can win this battle within this “Thing” won’t stop me.
I would tread water before I give this life to this “Thing.”
As I walk out from under the lamp post I look back and see that this would be my final stride, my final breath of a time I was a child because a man is not afraid of the dark.
I wave good bye to the nothingness and about face and start this battle.