Wolves

Running through the darkness
red eyes fallow me
trees twist them selves to snare at my hair
roots rise to catch my feet
the icy chill of the autumn air
like a blade against my bare arms
the water is like acid
the wolves begun their hunt
the pounding of paws
are like thunder in my ears
the shine of eyes in the silvery moon light
the flash of fangs as they snap to catch me
the hunt has only begun
it will not end
it i am dead
my blood painting the grass red then brown
my bones exposed to decompose
my flesh ripped from me devoured by the starving beasts
this hunt is no where finished
i feel claws rake my back
the warmth of my blood dripping down my spine
my knees buckle
caught by a vine
the wolves descend
I scream as the screech owl would
as the gleaming fangs sink into my flesh
tearing
my nerve endings are singing
as they are ripped from there places
my bones break
my lungs fail
the last that stops is my thoughts
and my dying thought
What could i have done to deserve this....
this hell
this eternal suffering
what have i done?