Devouring and consuming to the point of complete exhaustion.

As if you’ve ran a triathlon.

You gasp for a hard earned breath, but nothing.

One thing after another, after another, after another.

Your spent and dripping sweat from despair.

There’s nothing to be done, except for the unimaginable.

With the end so near, yet so far, anything possible can happen.

If only a star in the black night could hear you sincere wish.

But, if only, is just that, a dream.

A dream that has turned into a horrible, screaming

Nightmare.