The air was thick with the smells of age; dust and decay could be literally seen on the paintings and walls in the immense hallway. Her feet moved silently on the decaying rug beneath, padding along as she looked behind her for something, someone, he was there, she just didn't know who, what or where.
Her long white translucent gown played about her feet as they moved quickly now, faster and faster, he was coming, she could hear his breath, hear the rasping and rattling of the air as it coursed through his decaying lungs. No, he wasn't living, nor was he quite dead either, that was one thing she knew, as well the fact that he wanted her gone for some reason, why? She had no clue. She only knew she had to get away, but she knew she wouldn't.
Several large doorways loomed past as she fled down the ever winding hall, several paintings, decayed but still visible through the dust and mildew, most of times past, great balls and glorious knights on their steeds, zipped by as she now ran as fast as her feet could manage, her own breath coming in gasps now, both from fright as well as exertion. Finally, a door to her right, she knew she shouldn't, but she did, all the same. She flung it open, slammed it shut and barred the entrance with the great wooden bolt, there for just such a purpose.
She knew she wouldn't be safe here, she knew he would smash it down, break through the old wooden lock; she'd done this before.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
He was coming through she had to escape.
BOOM!
The door shattered, she screamed, but her voice was lost behind the explosion of splinters that echoed through the now violent scene. She felt pain in her back, yes, she knew this would come, she was laying on the table, his green orbs glaring down upon her, eyes that saw everything, perhaps through a haze of evil ambition. Long, slatted pupils, once human but no longer, dilated in anger as the heat of his decaying breathe spread to her nostrils and near choked her.
"Why have you come?" His voice echoed in her mind, a voice she knew well, had heard far too many times to not know. "Why have you come." This time, almost a sob, a defeated cry for her soul? She would not know.
She felt his nails dig into her throat, choking her, she felt the hot liquid that would be her blood as it ran beneath his grasp, she could no longer scream, no longer speak, only sob in defeat, only wish, she would have known why she kept on coming, night after night….
A Fool To Try
Lost is the word
Why is the question
The answer doesn't exist
You're a fool to try
Happiness is what we want
Chaos is what we are served
Want to try it out?
Want to quit?
The world moves on
We stand still
People survive but never live
People die but are never alone
Lost we have become
Found we may never be
Why is the question
The answer doesn't exist
You're a fool to try