I trod the path through the pine trees...Listening to the hooting owls...Hearing the foxes,snapping the odd branch that they trod upon...

I heard the raindrops falling through the tree tops, the leaves...Then I heard myself grunting...

Why? I did not know...I was only grunting...Eyes swerving around looking for a threat...

It did not exist...

As mist drifted across that scene...I stopped...Dead...Something was heading my way...

Dark and oppressive...Hideous in body and soul...I froze...

I saw it then, or think I did...An unknown shape, drifting here...In this idealic place...My safe haven...

Safe no more...

I turn in that nightmare slowness, trying to find a way out...An escape route...

None to hand...

This thing is upon me suddenly...Tearing at my flesh...My very soul...My vision darkens...

A woman walks through that pine forest...Happy to be alive...I can sense her...

I, who was once you...Now I am that shapeless thing...Damned for eternity...

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Blinded eyes to life is dead,,with still her visions, within my head

Nice write man,,,