angelbear's blog: "journal"

I feel something on the tips of my fingers begin to twist it's way around my hand slowly creeping its way up my arm getting tighter and tighter the harder I try to fight it the harder it squeezes and tightens its grip I try to scream for help but no one hears me the harder I try to scream the more silent I become I feel as thought it has made its way around my throat slowly choking the life out of me it will never stop until it has consumed all of me inch by inch it makes its way towards my heart taking away every last part of me that it can soon there will be nothing left of me no heart no soul