The Taking

I want out of this wretched place of condemnation.

I never wanted to come home, not to this. Not to this house of false refuge, not to this home of supressed terror and fear. I am in fear of my life.. especially after the events that caused my leave in the first place. I feel as if I have returned to salvage my belongings in a village that was destroyed by a violent volcanic blast, and I am reluctantly rebuilding.. this is all I have. And now..

Now I'm waiting in fear once more of an impending eruption. I barely escaped last time.. who's to say how (or if) I'll escape this time. Waiting for the pyroclastic surge.. waiting for asphyxiation, axsanguination, obliteration.. and I'm just standing here, biding my time.

Tick-tock.

As soon as I get my car, I wish to be gone.. haha, where? Where the hell will I stay? Where will I go, with no place to land, and nothing to turn back to? Who will save me if I can't save myself? And finally, what will become of me? Tomorrow isn't guaranteed, people. Nothing in this world is.

Not even a next breath.