The Last Hour

It is the hour. If you do not believe me, just listen closely. Do you not hear the bell in the distance? Maybe I am the only one who can hear it. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was just ringing for me and no one else. I am truly terrified by its presence, fore I am all alone and have no one to comfort me or share my grief with. My mind runs rampant with gruesome images of unspeakable horrors which lie in store for me. I could run but that would only make me tired and weariness is not an option. To grow weary is to become weak and I need all the strength I can muster to face up to my destiny. A destiny, only as of recent that I have become perceptive to, that is filled with the most vile of tortures ever brought upon mankind. The shadows of the dead keep growing, stretching, reaching out to finally take me with them. The other day I carelessly allowed one of them to touch me. I have not the words to express the pain I felt. Once again, it is the hour. Please do not grieve for me. Of sympathy, I need none. The only thing I need is support and that I need in abundance. Oh no, I’m growing tired. Will you help me? I didn’t think so.
I love you. Goodbye