icieprincess

Looking straight ahead in to the dark. Your curiosity got the best of you. You stare and stare, wondering what's hiding in the dark. Your eyes never blinking. Waiting, to see what's really there. . . . . . Red Are you really seeing this . . . doubtful. You eyes playing you like a fool. Trying, to make you look away, but you won't, you can't. You are far to amazed, far to enchanted. There is something drawing you in. Something, tuning out every piece of your mind, telling you to get away, run, scream; completely mute, completely immobile. Until, you hear it a whisper sliding pass your ear, barely audible. What did it say . . . Come. That's

each toll of the bell signified another hour gone, wasted away, dashed from the pages of life—lost within its heady sands b l o w i n g through the desert winds dampened only by falling tears—splashes of salted water, nourishment for parched throats stagnant with the aching illness of pain; overwhelming sensory glands with acute thuds [pulsing throbs] against flaking skin, cracking under the scorching sun—beaming rays catching foolhardy thoughts established in heat-induced mania, time slowly passing by while trudging steps searched for the way out of the forest—refusing to admit the only way out was the same thing

Step softly, heart; mind doesn't know.