It was time; death was upon us; in its purest form. The agonizing aroma of death blanketed the land, bringing me much, much happiness. Bringing forth the bloodlust of many, the soft shrikes of the people, as death draws near; having no clue when death will strike, who will stay, and who will go.
All calling to Me. Oh, the wonderful, and most pain filled shrieks, a silent watcher, that cold beckoning thing. The one who lurks in your sleep, the most evil of them all. All of those thousand walloping voices. The cry for me inside, the aching, the calling out in agony. Within me and within me it is strong, toxic. I will be waiting for you, and you won’t be ready.
I’m death and I cannot be stopped. Try and you will die a gruesome death. For I’m inside of you, in all of you. When you hear my name you run. When I strike you fall, fall to the ground. I am the evil of all evil. Nothing will stop me in my tracks. Run; run away like a small child, for I’m going to find you
