The Dark Ages Volume 2 [Formerly "A Somebody's Journey"]

Gnawing Fear

The knowledge of knowing what's to come shakes me to my very core. I try to run away from it, but it chases me like death, catching up to me every hour of every day. Even though death is worse

than what is chasing me, right now death feels like a friend to me. Even though what's coming will be short, like a passing storm, I can't help but feel like there is more, as I sit and watch what's

brewing in the eye of the storm. I can't keep time at bay because time doesn't stay, and as time eats away at the days, the ground below me starts to evaporate, and soon, there will be no

ground to run on to avoid my fate. As the jaws of time get closer and closer, it starts to suck me into the hell that is waiting for me below. Below, under the evaporating ground, there lies a dark

fiery pit that is the stomach of time where poor unfortunate souls are forced to face the date that they hate. I know eventually I will be one of those unfortunate souls down in that hole, but

until then, I am forced to deny, deny, deny, and hope that something will come to my aid and save me from that day. I feel the gnawing fear of what's to come as it looms over me with the familiar

feeling of my old friend death, except now I don't fear death, I fear the gnawing fear of knowing what's to come.