Bryant

They're finding their way closer.

Within this thick underbrush,

I cannot find comfort.

Delirium driving me insane,

I am the only to blame.

All I can do is wander,

as the cries creep closer.

One wrong step,

can bring certain death.

In this night,

I have no sense of sight.

in this light,

i feel nothing but contrite.

Relying solely on instinct,

i feel my way through.

This place is execution for my mistake.

Can I survive?

Can I strive?

My hopes are shot down by the reality.

Within this darkness,

I suddenly feel a change within;

a sort of deja vu.

This feeling unsettles me,

as a stroke of warmth overcomes.

I hear nearby rustling.

They are coming.

Silent and still,

shaking and uneasy,

Embracing the hilt of my only hope,

I pray to god for the strength to carry on,

then run at them.

Will I live to see another day?