the world around me is knocked down revealing that they were only props in a facade, exposing the void around me once more. I'm ****** back to reality
Where there's nobody.
Where fear lives, sitting in the nothingness, motionless, piercing my soul with its stare. With just that my skin begins to burn, my bones weigh tons, and the volume of my thoughts are amplified.
There is no one.
No one.
Though i wonder if thats true.
Maybe I'm just returning to a life long friend, maybe here, with fear, is where I belong.
I remember the days where I would stare it down as my skin turned to Ash, I wouldn't give it the satisfaction of destroying me completely.
But those are the days of old.
I've long since become accustomed to this routine, to its expressionless glare, to its wisdom.
As the brilliant orange flames dance around me ******* my hallow frame, I sink into the ground and simply gaze back at fear, allowing it contaminate my brain with its tumultuous gospel