THE STORM

I awoke with a start. My limbs felt numb from the cold of the air conditioning, radiating throughout the room. Any emotion left In my from my dream was sucked out of me as soon as my eyes flickered open. The barren white walls made my pale skin glow, some could've sworn I was the spitting Image of a modern day vampire. Pale, boney, fragile and.. well.. maybe just a little bit different. I see things the way others don't, you see they don't have the capability to understand reality. Which Is how I ended up In this sick place. Call It what you will, "looney bin", "madhouse", "nuthouse", the weak words of the tamed don't amuse me. I know what I've seen, heard and felt.. I know others feel the storm I predict, and I know It will be the undoing of the tamed... It will be the undoing of you all.