Dakota

Blood-curdling shrieks, never-ending murmured pleas, lamenting excruciatingly as an echo.

The beat of a heart tortuous: viciously slower, fainter, with the same ache each passing second.

Engulfed in the darkness, the realms of my mind dulling, all consciousness dying. Consumed within a deafening silence.

Lungs tightening, rising and falling with a burning sensation, struggling to suck the thick air in.

Each bone frozen, muscled strained and lifeless, skin paling.

Bloodshot, sleep deprived eyes, growing heavy as all hope flows out in the tears.

The murderous prevailing hangover of a mentally challenged soul temporarily tamed by the inevitable thirst for slumber.