Dream of Hopelessness

I am running through emptiness. Hands reach out to grab at me. Long knurled bloodless nails and twisted broken fingers attached to arms still dragging flesh from the body they were hacked from. Nothing connects to the bloody strands of skin and vein hanging from the arms. Just dead arms reaching to pinch and twist my own flesh. I feel the passage of time with my heaving lungs, burning throat, and constant fear that keeps me running. But there is no escape they keep steady pace with me floating along in a grim mockery as they clutch for my living flesh.