Withheld

Forced into the darkened woods
Fear has come over me
Whispering voices warn me that I am not alone
Silently follow the path
A breaking branch warns me again,
Now I realize the pain that is withheld for me

Hallucinations, everything fades
What�s real, what�s just a hologram
A hologram of nothing
Silent screams pierced right true my veins
The eyes on my back, feel like claws ripping of my rotting flesh

Here they come
Uncontrollable, without remorse
Death is becoming certain
To take me away
Slowly and painfully

Finally

Nowhere to run, I stand still
Waiting for them
a cold nocturnal wind sets place
predicting their arrival

I look into those dark eyes,
and feel only the will to end this miserable life
They look at me