Something's not right
There's another inner voice in my head
I can't shake this dread
That within this snowy serenity lays an ominous portent
My family is here: wife, daughter, and newborn son
To witness my rest and reflection on what I've done
Weary and strained I over drank to create self-prescribed silence
In this seemingly silent boreal wilderness of the Northwest
I've been racked by unexplained bouts of a kind of psychosis
My attempts to dispel these deranged hallucinations, all useless
Sensing my tension, my wife suggested,
We all take a stroll in the snowfall
Snow steadily fell around us as we ventured further into the forest
Although my family was with me I felt faraway, lost between the trees
Then, I saw it there, in the gloom, concealed behind the conifers
Skin pale, eyes glowing blue, gaze fixed on me and my family
Paralyzed, I asked my wife, do you trust me
Then please run with me and hide
Panting, I nervously started scanning,
For the approaching monster lit by moonlight
Confused, I elucidated to my wife,
That something was stalking us from a distance
And he started crying...
Soon they'll be devoured
My son's wails would give us away
They'll all become the prey
My son had to be silenced... so I reached for a stone...
I'm sorry...
What've you done!? She said
You're overwhelmed by this snow-born insanity, it's made you violent
My family is here... wife, daughter, and obedient son
Here to witness the reckless actions of what I've done...
They were tearful and strained, so I shared the peace
Bestowed with my son's silence
The cold consumed me and my skin slowly turned to grey
I felt my humanity fade away, replaced by a singular philosophy...
To feed on flesh