The quill with in the darkness

A lamp hangs over head swiping back and forward as Voices of creatures speak softly and some loudly.  Shaking sounds of a chain fence surrounding a desk with a man writing and pacing back and forward showing signs of insanity and also a sane mind, lost and found, precious and distance. As he walks with the lamp swiping over head he looks to the distance and around him to see he was surround by creatures from horrors untold and ones only dreamed of from the deepest darkness pits of the soul and hell its self. They circle in a line and than reach through the chain fence trying to get at him to get a piece of him. Some whisper to him to walk forward towards them, some yell loud for him to write a story of them to be born to wreak havoc on the poor souls outside this madness. He turns and laughs menacingly while he turns again to scream out in pain scratching at his face trying to tear his face off thinking he is someone else. He speaks out loud AM I DIE HAHAHAHA!!!!!! Or AM I A LIVE?!?!?!  Than he hits his kneels crying is this a terrible dream that turned in to a nightmare for me what did I do to deserved this madness. All is lost or is it found but only in a way as trapped for good to never see the light of day for it could end me or worlds what am I or am I real or fake a dream with in a dream? A dream only a child scared of his darkness fears could dream or am I a dream or though of a old man ready to die in old age in a bed covered in dust wanting his end by any means? Oh god help me!!!!! what is this on the desk a book is it filled with words to free me of nightmares or empty pages to trap me here to be the slave of these monsters or a tool for there destruction to kill me or anything? Wait do I have family to worry about or am I a loner that was throw aside by the life I walked or was given or taken? The table shakes with the drawers starting to open and close over and over none stop. The book opens and the pages flip back and forward over and over as he breathes heavy scared. He screams in fear that this is his end that have come to take what is leave of his soul or spirit or life? He screams out what do you want from me!?!?!? The creatures out side run at the chain fence over and over as they say your soul, your death, your word, your way out into the real world. A quill floats up in front of him as it than strikes the desk writing words but not just any words but one word over and over. Create, create, create he screams and starts to bang his head again the desk over and over crying and scream the words, release me now out loud!!!!!!!! But only the monsters hear him but than silents comes and the monster recede back in to the darkness. As he looks around smiling and laughing as he dances but than he loses his balance and falls to his kneels as blood leeks from his noise. He grabs his head as he loses his self for the monsters were his demons and they were his control, like someone cutting his cord from the electricity of life he goes brain dead and falls forward face first and shakes as his body loses control and stops slowly and than still as the light in his eyes fades to black. The quill on the desk still writes create on the desk as the ink turns to blood and the pages of the empty book fill with words from the blood touching it. The book speaks on its pages sentences that make no sense. On the pages reads you are me and I am you, we walk the same road, the same path you can't live with out me as I can't live with out you, forever you or forever me or forever one. Oh what a twisted web we so forever chained to the pages we speak upon this throne we sit in the abyss of madness and darkness.

                                                                                                                    The End or ?