Intermission

"I can hear it out there in the dark, wailing, distressed. It is angry, its mouth watering, teeth sharp, yearning to taste blood. Hand from hand. Its face ruined, its presence like a dagger inside of your head, stabbing you, uneasy, emotionless, unsettled. Eyes wide, your breath heavy, thoughts racing through your skull with agonizing speed, he howls and beckons, his tongue curled, echoing though the cold empty void. Out there somewhere, far away yet close by like a sicknеss, waiting to pounce and tear you apart. It is only mass made up, only this is rеal. It exists, we just refuse to believe it."