Miscellaneous writings

When I was out for a walk one day I got the strong sensation that something was amiss. I could feel something just over my shoulder, at first I thought it was just the breeze blowing through this odd cemetery but no, it was a hand, the hand of the beast come to devour my sour and bring me to eternal damnation. I opened my eyes and saw a bright light to my amazement I was merely dreaming but the sensation was so strong. I thought to myself how and better yet why would I dream of such things in a world that doesn't seem to stop or stand to realize the happenings all around.

I stand in a pit, surrounded by pools of blood and body fragmentations. A small bloody child clings to my right leg shivering. And pointing foward while mumbling...ba da fama sha; this language I do not believe it to be a dialect of any kind resonating on the Earth but maybe with in it. I looked in the direction the child was pointing all I saw was the gleaming edge of something silver careening towards me, I feel the small bloody child bare its nails into my leg, and then felt no more. My head now on the floor, hair
drenched in blood, with one eye open I witness the child feasting on my heart...
-R.M.G.