Caught in suspension

Panic-stricken, suspended in paralysis

Quick images slammed into your mind

With crushing pressure…

A burden in your movements

Still… a terrific tremor cascading down your

Beating heart.

Pulsing through every graceless nerve…

The crest of terror,

Fear wreathing through

To incite the morbid corner of your thoughts

Terror-stricken.

-Lurid Black-