I didn’t always live in a nightmare. I didn’t always have conversations with the voice in my head. I wasn’t always watched by disembodied shadows. I didn’t always hear tortured screams and maniacal laughter or my name in empty rooms. I used to be “happyâ€. “Happy†is an illusion created to hide all the pain, madness and fear. It was never real. But I used to experience that bliss, “Ignorance is bliss,†they say. That bliss is gone. I used to smile and laugh all the time. I used to think, or be thoughtful. Before the clouds, and locks. Before the black fog that covers […]
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Black Fog
In my dream death is everywhere.
Old decrpit buildings covered in filth, with shattered windows, and battered remnants tower before me.
No matter which way I turn my eyes see only rot.
Barely any souls here as I walk alone on this dismal planet.
The Earth is littered with black ooze, squirming and gestating something I can not and dare not bare to imagine.
The black ooze begins to screech and shriek  even though they have no mouths.
I scream as I cover my ears, but it does nothing to block out the foul and horrid sounds.
Like a horrible siren only a hundred times worse.
Somehow I manage to escape this awful wailing.
Thousands of black creatures that swarm like locust cover […]