avin walked down the dirt road a buzzing sound in his ear, a rhyme repeating in his head ever so quite, it said thirteen months of purgatory.
Thirteen days of unholy names, thirteen nights of restless captivity. scratching at his head he denounced the voice and looked up at the bleak sky which held the sun unwavering unrelenting to its heat, he sighed and slumped as he walked his body aching and tireless, not noticing the cottage in the distant he started to cry out his mind tricking him in to thinking his body was melting " oh god....oh god what is this, i feel so much fucking pain" he screamed out, and as if in reply the sky clouded thundering in an answer, his feet weak he hit the ground the ground shaking as he did. and only ten to twenty feet away was the cottage, the hope of his sanity. but this thought did not occur to him as he entered a dream not allowed in a sane persons mind, and it all started with the color red.
the night was filled with the smell of silver in the dream, it was all but one thing safe, the night shadows were alive and tree branches reached for avins shoulders as if to say turn back, no hope, sanity is lost here. but avin gave nothing worth shit to the voices he did not know what they meant about loosing sanity but he had to....and there it was, a light so bright one could not tell where it came from. and along with the light the feeling of knowing everything but nothing.
Thirteen days of unholy names, thirteen nights of restless captivity. scratching at his head he denounced the voice and looked up at the bleak sky which held the sun unwavering unrelenting to its heat, he sighed and slumped as he walked his body aching and tireless, not noticing the cottage in the distant he started to cry out his mind tricking him in to thinking his body was melting " oh god....oh god what is this, i feel so much fucking pain" he screamed out, and as if in reply the sky clouded thundering in an answer, his feet weak he hit the ground the ground shaking as he did. and only ten to twenty feet away was the cottage, the hope of his sanity. but this thought did not occur to him as he entered a dream not allowed in a sane persons mind, and it all started with the color red.
the night was filled with the smell of silver in the dream, it was all but one thing safe, the night shadows were alive and tree branches reached for avins shoulders as if to say turn back, no hope, sanity is lost here. but avin gave nothing worth shit to the voices he did not know what they meant about loosing sanity but he had to....and there it was, a light so bright one could not tell where it came from. and along with the light the feeling of knowing everything but nothing.