They're finding their way closer.

 

Within this thick underbrush,

 

I cannot find comfort.

 

Delirium driving me insane,

 

I am the only to blame.

 

All I can do is wander,

 

as the cries creep closer.

 

One wrong step,

 

can bring certain death.

 

In this night,

 

I have no sense of sight.

 

in this light,

 

i feel nothing but contrite.

 

Relying solely on instinct,

 

i feel my way through.

 

This place is execution for my mistake.

 

Can I survive?

 

Can I strive?

 

My hopes are shot down by the reality.

 

Within this darkness,

 

I suddenly feel a change within;

 

a sort of deja vu.

 

This feeling unsettles me,

 

as a stroke of warmth overcomes.

 

I hear nearby rustling.

 

They are coming.

 

Silent and still,

 

shaking and uneasy,

 

Embracing the hilt of my only hope,

 

I pray to god for the strength to carry on,

 

then run at them.

 

Will I live to see another day?