When You End Mid-Sentence

A cacophony of shadows, and all I feel is fear. 

They're closing in on me. 

One step at a time.

There's a drum in my chest.

Beating at a wild, uncontrolled tempo.

It gets louder.

Faster.

I feel it in my head.

In my ears.

Wrists.

Fingertips.

They back me up until I hit the hard, jagged press of the cave wall behind me. 

I feel the cold seep through me.

A shiver runs through my body.

All I see are a dozen pairs of malevolent eyes floating in the inky blackness. 

I feel their shadows on me.

As cold as ice.

I shiver again, involuntarily.

I close my eyes.

I await my death.

My rebellious mind thinks

"The end is nigh"

This is not