When I was younger I believed many things, I believed that life could never end, that if I prayed really hard that god would bring my grandmother back like he brought back others in the bible. Yet I was wrong and blinded by these own hands of mine, Seeing things threw a twisted magic mirror slowly driving into what my eyes would not let me see.
When I was six I met father he is now only a memory like a fading shadow in the coming of night, and every night I'd have this dream. The dream always began terrible something like this: I'm running from shadowed creature I run fast as I can but they all way seem to catch me and pull into the complete darkness, screams and laughter rang in my ear all around me the shadowed creatures pull at me ripping my clothes hollering with glee as they hear me scream as they pull at my flesh and as im about to give up there is a hand that reaches and grabs me who is this man my savior or was he the end of me but as I ask he drops me back in and says I'll be back an I fall flightlessly into my death. And at that moment I awake with screams.