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A hollowed head
full of clay
If you'd like,
knock on wood
It won't do much
I'm already dead
with my hollowed head
full of clay
cry not
I am already dead
With my hollowed head full of clay

But
i can still hear the breathing
Everywhere
I can still hear the breathing
It is near me
i can still hear the breathing
I can feel it, a hot breath against my neck
i can still hear the breathing
It is wet and warm
I can still hear the breathing
I can still hear the breathing

I am turning to see what is behind me.
And there is nothing there.
Nothing
NOTHING
Why is always gone ?
I would get so much satisfaction just to see the source of breathing.
To see what horrid beast caused me such paranoia and fear

It was a horrible thing. What I saw, I don't want to tell you what it was. I am afraid. I am so afraid. I can still hear it breathing in the corner of my mind. It is still breathing. I need to calm down. My hand is shaking.
But it was so horrid.

I am turning to see what is behind me.
And there is nothing there.
Nothing
NOTHING
Why is always gone ?
I would get so much satisfaction just to see the source of breathing.
To see what horrid beast caused me such paranoia and fear

I NEED to calm down
But
i
i
i can hear the breathing
Behind me
Around Me
Next to me
In my ear
50 feet away
On the ceiling
On the ground
I can hear the breathing

I try to not let the fear bother me, but this, this terrible sight, it has caused me so much fear.
I CAN HEAR the breathing.
It is heavy and deep and I can only hear it when I'm turned around or bending over or looking in the opposite direction.
I CAN HEAR IT, whatever is there,whatever is waiting to pounce, is breathing.

If you are reading this, I need you find whatever my parents were and tell them that I don't remember them, but that I resent them for sending me that .. that high school and making where that armor, and not taking care of me, tell them that i am mad at them for letting me get lost.

Because I HEAR the breathing.
I am scared of what is in here.
I am so scared.

But there was another thing that concerned me.
I saw another person, well another group of people.
No, I would call it a group.
It was too horrid to just be called a group of people.
If you reading this, whoever you are, I need you to know, that this thing that I saw was more than concerning, it was horrifying.
It was absolutely horrifying.
The people they were there, there all tangled, all their bones.
Oh, you poor soul that is reading this, if there is anyone reading at all.
I wanted to run and scream, I wanted to call for some sort of mother or father that have only a whips a of memory, I wanted to take the demon's hands and pull myself and my mute companion away.
But I couldn't

I have been wandering for ages now.
Writing and hoping, I will find a way out of these terrible caves.
I have started talking to the demon sent by @Miranda Ashdove , even though he, or she or it or whatever, can't talk, and has done nothing but follow me.
It is dark other than the demons bright eyes and we walk through stumbling over the piles and piles of bones.
But I found something VERY disturbing.
I saw a skeleton fully intact with a Physic High Mayan Mind Wrestling Uniform on, which is hard to mistake for anything else due to the large metal wing ornaments and red and blue jewels the run up and down the third legs of all players.
I mean sure it could be a coincidence, but I also saw a skeleton that was very large with five heads, and large wings, that look quite a bit like a certain five headed dragon I had met on a field trip.
It seemed odd that he would be there, even alarming.
But I said to myself and perhaps whatever lurked in these vast caves
"It couldn't be Hiram,"
But nothing replied except a crippling dark.
My memories are very fuzzy.
I remember I used to be very cheery.
I was optimistic even in the worst of times.
I guess walking for some indeterminable amount of days in a cold, dark caves with no company, excuse me, with only a demon erodes that sort of thing off of you.
I remember I had a pet.
Some grotesque and large thing that I though was absolutely adorable. I can't even remember its name. Whatever it was.