The drums in my ears, the galloping of horses right behind my back,
I stand looking at the murky thick fog, with the word ringing in my ears, "Attack!"
I stand still, pondering of what to do and why,
Pondering in my head, why don't I just die…

The black hooded riders gallop on their horses right behind me,
There is a legion of them, thick as smoke with no hope of being free,
Ravens screech above my head, smoke pours from my head, back and shoulders,
I want to reach out, want to give up with this feeling of me being crushed by a million boulders…

My head drums, my temples throb, my vision goes blurry and hazy,
My eyes cloud with a murky green color of insaneness, I'm going crazy,
I grab my sharp big knife, and start to stroke it absent mindly,
Meanwhile, I struggle on, with the hooded riders behind my back whle I stumble on-ward blindly…

I still have hope in my heart, as my feet carry me,
I look at the dim pale objects of people, walking happily and free,
While I… stumble in this murky thick fog, and behind me there is hooded figures with their swords,
The numbers so many of them, it's like black thick smoke, except of the figures there is hordes and hordes and hordes………

I fall on my knees, stumbling over ****** grass,
I see holy-water ahead, but the smoke atop my head tells me to pass,
Falling on my face, I give up, breathing hard and almost dead,
I give my last efforts, when a figure gallops up to me on a stallion and with it's sword just cleanly slices off my head…

The blood paints the grass, as my hand is holding the knife,
The blade is stabbed deep inside my chest, taking away my life,
My eyes go pale and my body stays motionless, in a death-like freeze,
The fog clears, the figures disappears as the smoke gets blow away by the soft gentle breeze......







~Mishka Wayz~

I have surrendered myself to that world where i m the part of that Storm, that fancy fantasy reminds me that emptiness of that world but, there is something which brings those ghastly winds and that wild Strom , nothing is seen in everything but its there something  and at the corner its me enjoying my insaneness .  

I m able to see those dancing souls attacking on me by their arrows and its  their poison ,slowly and slowly  I am becoming an creature erutaerc    and    now I don't need volley because I am scattering everywhere , I am loosing something but deserving something too,  I am surrendering my self to that world . I am willing to join them but .....who?

My eyes have no wish to be opened and my nerves are getting closer ,I was getting closer to myself and every bit of my  life is happening there and then suddenly I was facing that dynamic disaster because  that was a fantasy and it was the cruel truth .............still........ I have surrendered myself to that world where i m the  part of that storm .