There is only one

certainty for us;

The loud trampling,

of men, haunt me.

The smell of rust,

taunts me.

I know it is near.

I hear it in 

the rustling of trees.

I hear it in 

the clanking of chains.

I hear it in the 

laughter of children.

It is drawing closer.

Or is it drawing in?

He appears laughing 

in my dreams,

“It has come to 

avenge me.”

It pierced into my heart,

my skin caves in, 

the taste of pennies 

fills my mouth.

My eye sight has darkened.

It will 

not rest until, 

its job is done.

And it will,

come for you too.