Horror Story (Gory)

The home is almost silent, in the bed you toss and turn. Outside are quiet footsteps as The house begins to burn

How can this be happening? Everything is in flames; can you hear the rattling of these Chains. Will anything remain in the mist of it all or will it all just fall?

I could sense the end coming, had this buzzing in my brain. I heard the demons Screaming my name, could feel their cold embrace. I would shake till my heart was About to break

My vision is blurry, and something seems off. I can't speak because I fear they will hear And twist my up thoughts. I feel my life might end and it will be out of my hands

Now I've become blackened, more misshapen than the things in the corners of your Eyes. In the back of your head, gnawing frigid dirty whispers in the crevices of your Skull. Are you scared of the things he screams? Are you scared of the things you've Seen? Oh, my beautiful eyes that feed me lies

Burned a hole through my face to see if it's me underneath, unleash the things you've Never seen. I'll keep the lights on, so the ghouls won't chatter, did I ever even matter if All I perceived was shattered?