Tuesday, March 17, 2009


The rain stains my face. My hair like a wet mop. I'm walking alone. Nothing but shadows all around me. The road of broken dreams awaits me. Up ahead a faint light shines like an angel. It comes fast. It's so close that you can feel the heat off the light. In a flash, my heart stops. Coldness engulfs me. I fall to the stone floor. Dirt engraved into my face. A loud screech falls into the night. I hear footsteps coming toward me. A loud scream of terror drowns out the blood.
I'm dead. Quietness of nothing surrounds me....

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