I can hear them gremlins lerking underneath the seems of space. My bodies numb, yet itchy, Why did I enter this place? Over and Over, my thoughts go round, each attacking one other. Diminishing strength, coupled with ear-splitting sounds, I'm flying down further. Like a bomb I'm dropping slowly in my mind. Yet physicaly I'm lost in the sky. As I brake through time, a whistle and a crash signify my unbearable plight. The flames and contorted metal peel apart my life. Rotting away any good thoughts I might have had that night. (25-05-06)
