Dark Chronicle 8: Demon's Cat

aDemon’s Cat b

dc On silent paws it crept closer, with claws unsheathed it pounced. cd

Terror.

          That’s what I feel.

                   Pure terror.

A decision was made.

          A decision that nearly destroyed me.

                   And now, I realize,

                             I’m terrified of what decision will be made next.

          Tip, Tap.

                   Trip, Trap.

                             Tip, Tap.

                                      Trip, Trap.

It travels through the dark recesses of my mind.

          Haunting me.

                   Mocking me.

                             Devouring me.

                                      And it won’t stop until there is nothing left.

           Nothing at all.

          Tip, Tap.

                   Trip, Trap.

                             Tip, Tap.

                                      Trip, Trap.

It claws away at my sanity.

          Eating away any joy I manage to get a hold of.

                   I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.

                             Before it eats away at me entirely.

                                      From the inside out.

           To the outside in.

                     Till there’s nothing left to bury.

                              Nothing at all.

Tip, Tap.

          Trip, Trap.

                   Tip, Tap.

                             Snip, Snap.

I’m tired.

          Scared.

                   Lost.

Alone.

          Oh, so alone.

                   It hurts.

                             Oh, it hurts.

                                      But there’s nothing left to be done.

           But let it finish this.

                     I’m too tired to fight back.

                              To do anything else.

   I’m done.

It’s over.

          On silent paws it crept closer.

                   With claws unsheathed it pounced.