Is it the never ending darkness in front of you which seems to swallow you piece by piece? Is it the slithering snake that proceeds to draw nearer and nearer with every growing second? Is it the walls of the coffin that close in around you and prevent your escape? Is it the hand that touches you when you are alone in a room? Is it your reflection in the mirror that blinks, when in reality your eyes don’t move? Oh, never-ending glory to the one who is brave enough to not only to face their fears, but to conquer them. But be warned. Twenty-four go in. But only one shall ever return.
The Fear Games
Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.
I still wonder about that black eye