Random Self-Quarrells and arguments.

Fog

It hangs over you. You can do nothing but continue to breath it in. Inhale. Exhale. Eventually, youre shaking, crumbling, spasming. Are you dying? No...the fog aint nothin, but fear. And you cant do nothing to escape it. You try running. Youre trapped. You try holding your breath. You collapse. You try dispersing it, you grow tired. The fear-fog is being inhaled now, but only the carbon dioxide is being exhaled. As soon ad you wonder where the fog has been dissolved into, the reality wipes your brain. The only thing you feel... is fear. And you are afraid. Afraid of every. Single. Thing. The glass shattering from your head exploding. The chances of your head imploding, the weaknesses you posess, the chances of you escaping from the cruel thing that has taken you over from the inside. Suffering is now an understatement. You have spears of pain shooting through your veins. The blood in those veins havent just curtled, theve solidified. From lack of blood flow your bodys functions break down into singular things such as an elbow joint movement. The lack of blood flow is just about achieved full effect, and your skin and flesh are going a pale-white colour along with your joints ceasing up giving you an inability to move at all. Your eyes and mouth dry up to a sizzling depressing state, and your skin is peeling off without help. Your mind is racing, although your blood isnt. The only thought you can get through your head are 3 words; "I. am...afraid."