Paintings on the walls

By Athanatos

The walls, are loud. My thoughts, they. Stifled. Don’t.

Head hurts. It. 

Wait. 

Why am I here?

I don’t. Remember? 

My head hurts.

The walls are loud.

The paintings. Right. The paintings. They.

Did. Something.

But what?

My head hurts. When I try

to remember.

Wait. 

My friend.

They. 

.

...

What. about my friend?

There was something.

Something.

Something. Important.

Something about the paintings.

Something about the walls.

They.

They had...

A hunger.

But a hunger for what?

What happened here? 

To my friend?

To...

Me?

I can’t remember.