It doesn't feel real, truthfully it feels cold. Numb.

And we keep waiting for something other then oblivion,

But each wave of sting and wet rolls back to the sea,

And each night seems as endless as the drudgery of day.

There was an old saying my mother told me, nothing ever stays the same.

But every night we wake and every day we scream.

"Nothing ever stays the same" except this.

This emotion pressing frantically in claustrophobic horror against the walls.

The prison is so smooth, I can't feel anything anymore.

None of us can, not since the day we were locked up in here.

We are blind children looking for the light switch.

I want my mommy, I want my daddy.

I want to see the sunshine again.

But all I see is the darkness, and your face.

You turned off the lights and trapped us in here.

Can you hear Hannah crying? So raw like exposed flesh and bittersweet hot tears.

Cassidy can't talk anymore, her leaden tongue. A swollen throat coated in ash.

Isolated in the darkness, breathe in the smoke.

Breathe out the sorrow.

Andrew holds his arms around his tiny body, he's terrified of the darkness. The music helps though.

Tim wipes away the oily tears that have run down his cheeks as he runs trying to find you.

Your the one that hurt us.

I can't relax, none of us can. We can't let go until we find you.

So lean back in your chair, listen to the sound of your heartbeat while we listen to the gears and scurrying insects.

Breathe out the fear.

Breathe in, then sigh.

Tomorrow is another day.

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