I hear people whispering just far enough away that i can't see them. there are hundreds of them, if not thousands. always one foot beyond the point that I can see them. All whispering at me. I can't make out the words. But their tone. They all want me dead. They all want to see the blood drain from my body. To hear my screams when I die a bloody death. They will feast on the sight. They will consume the pain And steal my soul and devour it.