Let's take a silent peek into the mind of me. Tis a dark place for the sane.

A twisted version of a lullaby plays.
One can see wilted trees, branches pointed out.
The sky is red. The rain, black.
Lightning rides the sky.
You see figures behind the dead trees.
They shift in and out.
You look down and see a rag doll.
You pick it up.
It seems to have been dropped by a young child.
The doll's smile start to turn eerie.
It's arms move on it's own.
Sharp claws rip out of the fabric.
It says something but you cannot hear.
Out of fear, you quickly throw it and run.
You see a sign. It says 'Welcome to L.A'
The streets are littered.
Dead bodies all over.
The doll sees you.
'No use resisting' it says.
Your legs start moving.
You head for the munitions shop instinctively.
"No use running" The doll hums.
You try to enter but the door is locked.
You break the window and enter.
You're lucky. The equipment is in good shape.
You pick the shotgun as the door breaks down.
You load it as the little doll walks in.
"Death is looking for you" it sings.
You try to fire, but the gun is jammed.
The doll closes in. slowly, but surely.
You panic and pull the trigger.
The shotgun backfires into your face.

Tis time to awake. You won't go any further than that in my twisted mind.

xxx
RYAN™