Back against only the willpower that pushes me onwards, death, I may just make it to our little reunion today.
I cannot even begin to imagine, what is it they see? Each kill resonates like an earthquake when I lie on the ground.
Every heartbeat pulses like a hammer to my head. God, everything hurts.
Nothing is felt. The stabs, the pierces, the blows. Everything is just so, numb.
My breath grows shallower as I lose blood.
28 December 2011
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