Oftentimes they’d see feet running off
Afraid of encountered days can’t look directly no matter the greeting
Scared of being swallowed but a shell’s best protection efforts don’t work
Bizarre attempts following through, pick up a shovel for a week, abandon it expecting greater returns
Aiming wildly degraded sight, firing without any accuracy forever
Nightmare of most nights.
Roadkill is torture played by the dark character speaking out in frames
Applying pressure when none is necessary ensuring any built resolve is depleted
Ripping confidence away sending unaware travelers to defeat, controller of levers asleep
Terrified of every day, roses here barbed wire there, question marks between
Question marks in impressive fog, backwards isn’t the way these nightmare call to urgency.
