...the blackened sky is closing in on me;the stars have punctured my skin~causing droplets of blood to cascade down&collect in a pool around my feet. 
The moonlight casts shadows that seem to swallow up everything within' the room. The wind of the tortured souls howls with a vengeance.....
& as those spirits loom,I realize that I as well may soon be stirring around in that breeze....this I presume~based upon the growing puddle at my feet.