Past Deaths

Running, screaming, lose of breath

I hear the foot steps of death behind me

The warm trickle of blood in my mouth

Reminds me of what’s soon to come

Destruction.

I loose my step

And fall to the ground

As fright numbs my body

But then,

I see a glow in the distance

It surrounds me

Keeping me safe from the darkness

I hear a voice say “never look back”

“The evil is behind you, so never look back”

And that is exactly what I did