Saturday, November 2, 2013
Ocean Side Rendezvous: The Baptism of EVIL (Prelude)
I cannot help but to feel that something or someone very "BAD" is out there....somewhere and they have me right smack in the middle of their cross-hairs. An itchy trigger finger pawing nervously around the firing mechanism of their evil intention.
One bit of CHAOS after another has followed me throughout this year of missteps and misery. How can I NOT feel Hunted...Snake-bitten....Pounded to death by the very HOUNDS of HELL that have vowed from the moment of my birth to torment me to the very end. To bury my wretched excuse for living under a writhing mass of hatred, fear and anger.
I punch, I claw, I kick and move...fighting to the very end with every stinging ounce of sweat & blood, to hold off the mounting pressure pounding away behind these blood-shot blue eyes. But Wait...who is the enemy here?
(To Be Continued...)