Naked, I kneel before the red dawn
My home has turned into a war zone
The nephiliants fallen from the sky
are chasing down the last survivors
Hear them gnaw!
All our courage has been in vain.
No time for prayers anymore
I can feel the heat of the sky pressing down on me
The fire within, scorching my thoughts
The blaze outside, devouring the flesh
I am the blow. I am the impact. I willingly devour myself and my world, over and over. I die to become. I destroy to create. I live to suffer. I forge my own fate.
I’m experiencing a hard and nerve wracking time right now. My manuscript will be turned in by the 18th of this month, and I feel like there’s so much depending on it. It’s threatening me. I dreamed last night that I was in the middle of a huge nuclear impact, which is pretty much describing my feelings right now.