Cycling down the road, I notice the eyes piercing me increasing my paranoia tenfold.

As I ride on, I sense a feeling of absence in the laws of physics and its neighbouring dimensions.

Why me I hear voices crackling obscenities causing me some anxiety.

Increasing my velocity down the long winding lane, I get up now and then from them knocking me down.

I enter a long tunnelled passageway deafened by the vehicular pollution above.

The landscape has morphed from hard modernism to soft ancients.

I settle down in the white soft sand staring at the stars blinking through the dust air.

There appears to be no human no alien no animal no bird no fish or monster.

There is no food no water I must continue.

I trample the distance in yards increasing to miles as the hours pass by.

The air begins to freeze causing my blood to surface.

I may be in my worst nightmare but life’s reality is far more painful.

Days become weeks becoming months and all I have mastered is deterioration.

No longer is the need for romance, relationships, friendships, companionship, just someone or something to talk.

My body may be steaming but my soul has frozen.

I now have to my disposal all the sand and water I could possibly need for a ghost town.

Hard work it is, so satisfying it is all my own.

There is no one to judge me or steal.

I sense some life force brightening up the horizon My pulse races as a herd of things turn blue as they approach me.

How will they greet me oh me oh my? A front-runner heads straight into me knocking me out cold.

I return my senses of shock turning to terrified anger as a mass of weirdness’ destroy my town.

Are they male or female their behaviour is adolescent to the lowest degree.

Their dress is of high quality cloth and jewellery hardly covering their bodily functions.

I shiver with vomit as they appear humanoid playing with themselves and each other wriggling out fluids.

Their protrusions and orifices are throbbing red raw.

They turn on me, but before their assault, they verbally humiliate me in front of the crowd for being alien to them.

All my emotions I have kept hidden for a lifetime not just leak out but sprays into their faces.

Their giggling becomes tiresome and I have no energy to escape.

Thrown into a cage on wheels, we accompany half a dozen humanoids of all sexes’ weak, vulnerable, cold and stark naked, starved and urinated.

The bible bashing rape is too weak words to describe the perversions they force us to witness.

They become bored with us and so empty us down a pit.

We each try to climb out but they just kick us back in, even a group escapade fails.

Becoming intimate as a group, we extend to intercourse.

Our souls merge holding on to those that have their bodies weaken from ill health to devils death.

At least the dead is now food for us to keep going for some time.

My favourite new damsel enchants my better nature and we make...… .

My body is now dead as a carcass but my soul lives on.