The Nicolson Institute: Jacob Brydon



A feeling of complete confusion.
Disorder running riot,
among swarms of sacred souls.
As panic, and fear,
Strikes through thier weakened hearts.
Lunging and Puncturing.
Spilling out reality and Normailty.
Reverting to a fight for survival.

The taste of adrenaline.
A copper warmth flooding your tastebuds.
Your senses are heightened,
but you still can't comprehend,
the extent of everything.
All the hope and faith you preserve
begins to fade as disaster takes over.

When chaos is created it consumes you.
Until you know you are safe and well again.

by Jacob Brydon