Desolation outbreak

Sooner or later it'll reappear unbalance Lie down in my room semi-naked
(under the blanket)
Hopefully you're gonna send me flowers but (gosh0 you never call)
The clock is ticking slow, every seconds seems so imaginary dull...
It's pitch black outside and the breeze of rain whispering, "Watch out, be afraid !"
Then I heard the siren of (maybe) an ambulance in the distance, roaming
it's quite quiet, still dark and I feel that something wasn't right...
Another sirens in the distance call and this time I think I I heard someone's screaming !
Oh God, what is happening ? Am I just fell a sleep for a while and had a bad dream ?

Encouraging myself and said "come on be brave..."
Wake up sliding down the bed, put on my jacket and slowly try to peep
Suddenly, silence creeping in through the mystical twilight air, waving a tale of horror into the cold air - radiates the faint...
Nothing there, only a saddest tapping of tree branches on my windowpane

Realize that it might be the beginning of the end of the worst story of the mankind history of existence
I hope the phone's ringing and there was you - talking to soothe me, making funny stupid jokes or just to say "hello"...
Still there's no sign of life here except my own beating heart and my nervous breath and I had to wipe sweats that tickling my breasts...
"Be brave, be aware..." I said to myself ..."Yes, I might !"
And with all my strength; react...grab a rosary and reach for the flashlight

I can hear more screaming, more sirens and this time flashy beam sparkling through every tiny holes of my curtains...
...And through the cold breezing rain that almost stopped, there a moaning: that strange sound of the deep breath of the dead...
My machete... My trusted friend; give me hope, give me courage and strength... accompanied me through this fearful moments and let me win !
"hush hush now..." focus and be prepared. And with all my will to survive, nervously I breathe and with my human curiosity, turn the door handler down... step out of my beloved room to face the anonymous unpredictable thing downstairs ...

                                                                                                         Tawau, September 30, 2008