The Haunted And The Hunted

down to brass tacks....

How did this happen....no seriously how did this happen.  It all started with a broken empty vessel. So hurt so filled with hate. No longer caring for anyone or anything but mostly not caring for myself. I dove deep into drugs and alcohol to numb the pain. It only made it grow. I went to people's park to drink 40s with my friend Mina. We sat on a log.. she wore her Simpsons shirt of Marge with the smeared face. Some people stopped and talked to us. This is how I met Mathew. We were both broken from our exes... Mehh you'll do.. right? Who cares at this point. We decided to be rebounds for each other and nothing more. Deal? no feelings allowed. I always could see something dark inside him. Hidden under something light. He knew it was there. He said he relied on it every time he pulled the trigger. In the Marines he Allowed it to take over. His biggest regret was a child. There job was to clear a area. This is not soldiers they were fighting but people. Families in there homes. Women and children who will gladly blow themselves up to take you out. The enter a home and a young boy is holding a baby in one arm and leaning a AK towards the door with the other. It's as big as he is. He's  terrified. His family is already dead. The translator tells the kid to drop the gun. He says looking back he was only trying to hand them the gun. The kids finger hit the trigger. Someone gets shot in the shoulder. Matt takes him out. The evil feeds off things like this. Matt dreams of the kid every night. It began to come to him with a wall of fire. Closer and closer every night. Death stalks him. He dies frequency. It leaves openings. Also gives a window to the other side. But as my light grew stronger I became a target. But we handled it. My concern is the corporal form in which it took. Manifest into this plane.