Wraithsbreath

The Boy: A wretched creeping, A crawling from within. I feel as though, I’m not alone, There’s someone in my fear. Untitled madness, Squirming deep within. I feel it stretching, Like a blanket, Closing me within. I hear the whispers. Almost words. The come from inside of me The Wraithsbreath’s curse. The Wraithsbreath’s curse. What putrid mushroom, Had caught my face, And burrowed it’s way, Into my brain. What entity, Has made its way, Deep inside, And made it’s plain. Balthor: It is I