It's a feeling in your bones,
Something you do not sense, until it is.
Long awaited whispers of words you remember from a dream,
Nightmare.
Follow it down the halls of blackened walls.
Fire was here.
Fire was there.
Calling to the whispers, hearing only their silent anger.
You tried to reach out,
But they only hide from you-
This is meant to break you,
You want to let it break.
Show yourself from behind the facade of who you once were.
That image is cracked.
You cannot get it back.
Your voice is nothing but a mute mouse's squeak.
Broken in.
You sensed the fire.
You just never felt when it-
The moment you died soon after.
