typeracer

On a sea of dark matter, every minute matters living while other lives shatter. Seeing ghosts scatter as they pour out, we can handle them. It's the tar taking over that came unexpected, hard to accept it. Getting marked for death. Seeing friends snatched and darkly possessed. The tar inside stealing the body and breath till only a shell is left. Witness to hell in the flesh. A fight to the death screaming 'where's the relief'? Maybe no more sleep. All swallowed in grief Images start to stalk like a beast. I hear voices but no one talking to me...