I wake from that
horrible memory,
only to awaken to
a terrible reality.
I’m lying on a table
with my arms and
legs bound.
Hovering over me
is the same Ronin
from earlier,
the one who was
wearing the Oni
mask.
He’s one of Ronin’s
phantoms.
I let out a shaky sigh
and shut my eyes.
I begin to sob,
missing my life
of normalcy so
much.
I feel a sharp pain in
my chest, as if Ronin’s
phantom is splitting me
open from the middle in
my stomach.
His demonic laugh
sounds like music
to my ears.
This pain is so
unbearable.
I hate this, but I
have no choice but
to surrender to madness.
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