The Realm - Nightmare

My ribcage has become a knot of blackness. It absorbs all light. It is constantly hungry. A general numbness pervades over my entire body, and I now feel nothing except the torment and anguish that thrives within me. They are the killers of hopes. My hopes.

They have hunted them down and devoured their entire being—leaving only fragments of their souls to whisper what could have been into my brain.

My brain screams with the pain. It's cries are that of a blackened sea that washes over it, stripping away all feeling. Numbing the senses.

Complete sensory overload. I suppose that is the best way to describe it. All the pain fear disappointment frustration disbelief. They have assaulted me all at once, with a fury that is beyond anything I have ever known.

They have left me defenseless. I am left to watch from the sidelines what is happening to me. I am no longer involved, and I no longer feel.

I can simply watch and stare as my limp carcass is trodden upon. I am left only with the knowledge that I may wake from this nightmare someday, and I will be forced to confront the ache of my empty soul.

I pray that this nightmare never ends.

Written by Erik Jung