The Slaughterhouse

A dark vision stumbled through the camera mans view. The window revealed dark toned shades of old ambassadors wondering around destroyed forests. Internally he knew this feeling or vision would creep upon him late when he was asleep, and destroy his outer dream. He would have stopped there if he wasn't on a bed of nails. He continued past the large corridors and statues erected for greater gods. Finally he would stumble upon his own stack of light and shred out his spiritual feet. Tonight he would find the gun.