Standing at a point of no return...the shadows surround you, your fate is enevidible, you lash out in rage, slaying the behemoths before you.. your lyfe is but a quandry of self doubt...you protect the one you love, and linger in the reality as long as you can, but you must disappear, never for her to know that you loved her, you will disappear in a gust of wind lyke the sand of the dessert... with hands held to her consiousness, as you die, you look her in the eye and she says she loves you... as you dissapate into the hazy mist on the farplane of the afterlyfe...
My Twisted Reality...
2006-10-18
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