DD - Matthew Hewitt

Dread

They lived inside my skull, my eyes they used as two windows to peer out at the world.

In time they sickened me with their lies about the world, they shouted so loud with their hideous voices I vomited them out, and they splashed to the ground, at last I thought I was free, but the damage had already been done they had darkened my heart, but worse than this, they had injected my once peaceful creative mind with black fowl thoughts.

And these thoughts were the dreadful thoughts of a murderer.