I’m not much of a writer - always find it difficult to put my thoughts and feelings into words. I’m much more expressive in art. For weeks now, I’ve had this cool idea for a painting. I figured I’d put it in writing — try and give it life. I’m thinking of having a series of paintings that’ll tell a story, like concept art. It’s really cool in my head, will be kinda dark & somber. Who knows how the ending will turn out. :P The story below is the beginning of my story.. I realize it’s not too descriptive, but I don’t want to give away the entire story. Plus, the main character is kind of clueless to what is happening or where she/he is at so I’d like the reader/viewer to be so as well.

Dark & cold describes the place I’m in. My eyes wander aimlessly but fail to see. Black engulfs my shivering pale body. Fear rushes through my thirsty veins.

I feel something tugging on my leg. A chain. I stagger and collapse onto the frigid concrete. I crawl from side to side. Strength is failing me now. I lay there helpless. Face drenched in my tears.

I need shelter.
I need safety.

I hear a faint noise. Distant static approaches slowly morphing to horrid screams. I cover my ears but the clamor swims around in my head attacking my sanity. Somber shadows dance around me. Taunting me with their wicked grins.

Light save me.

In the distance I see you. Darken limbs thriving upward from the lush grass. My eyes blur, I squint to see another glance. Beauty. The sun glistens the canopy over your head. You’re gorgeous. My decrepit heart begins to swell.

I want you.
I need you.

(1:30 into the song)
As courage starts to grow they tug and pull me back into this endless hell. I fight but my strength is diminishing quickly from my limbs. The darkness slowly begins to consume me while they continue their torment. My eyes grow heavy. I curl into a helpless heap and try hard not to give in but these demented fiends make it hard to.

I can’t take this.
I want out.

Time is abandoning me.