I had a dream last night, as long as sleep, unending in all of it's fears and cries, men driven by their desires, love, lust, people driven to survive moments more. Death by every corner, death in few steps, a cascade of failures, fear death grief loss, and a cascade of adrenalines blade.

It was the end of the world, a fast time, when you'd be barely able to think long, where would you go, where would you lie, bonds die.

In a situation where all is lost, in a situation where fears abound, hold what you care for close, like fading stars. The resolutions you've set on to do, can you complete them if time is fleeting, can you complete them if you would die, can you complete them regardless of cost, regardless of fears, regardless of fright?

When all is lost and uncertain will you? Do what you want, do what you can, do that, that which is required to live, to thrive... that which is required to continue? Or will you break down, wait for their return, wait for the right moment, never to see?

When monsters could be outside by torch light, can you bring up the courage to run, scream? Or will you be paralyzed, tied right down, noose at your neck, hesitation's chains, unable to hold a single thing close.

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When all goes to naught, and the path is dimmed, can you walk towards that future you long for... or will you wait, or will you lie, for death... and a chance that will never come to light.

The past has faded, societies gone. Can you find the strength to go on? I can't... or I may, depends on the kind of day. I can't, or I may, resolute at times, but to my fears I often do still sway.

When your desires become fearful gods, able to turn you to monsters or men, when your desires become at the odds, can you continue, can you find resolve.

All of us turn to monsters when driven, able to do what we could not before, but will you hurt them in that same process, that's where the line is drawn, a line oft crossed.

If there are monsters and there are said men, slugs frozen, fraid, unable to fight, run, hide, continue. Slugs just waiting for death, unable to.

The buildings are shattered, ruined, long gone, our friends are bent into inhuman shapes, we don't know who is safe, and what's to come, can you afford to run, those fears you hold.

Into the dark, into the night, into... That place you're afraid of, where you might die?

Into the dark, into the long night, into that place where you don't know up, down.

Someone has wandered out into the street, their back getting smaller further they go, will you chase them, knowing what you don't know?

Someone has wandered, into monsters den, will you chase them, and protect them at odds?

Or will you poor snail,

Once again die, fail.

Not a human, monster, a slug that's impailed.