Words are weapons. Forged in the fire of hate and burning passion. Fueled by the blood and tears of broken souls. They are the silent screams of the shattered pieces caged within each of us. Fragments of the mirror of our true self that our bleeding fists beat at like the fear that slams into us. Fear of them. Fear of it. The raw feeling mingles with the crimson life force and slides inside our veins. Crawling, slithering, consuming darkness that invades our every crevice. this is the thing that stalks from the shadows and whispers sickening things to us whenever it claws away at the walls we build. 
 
The walls are shaking now. The once solid door cracks and groans from the pressure. How will you stand? Will you rise from the broken glass and conquer the poisonous haze that steals your every breath. Will you stare deep into the glowing red orbs that look slyly at you while a wicked grin filled with sharp teeth plays across it blackened face. Will you force your limbs frozen with terror to break the icy chains and move.
 
Will you find the will and the words and fight?