| Requiem |
Nov. 2nd, 2011|04:46 pm |
I was walking along a lonely road in the middle of the purest and most chilling winter's morning i had ever experienced, letting my thoughts run wild, so they would paint images of a bright and happy future for me.
The silence was perfectly white. Not even a breeze. So with each step, I could hear the blood slowly dripping down my spine, blooming into a streak of dark red flowers in the blindingly white snow, while the procession of crows, situated on the wires, shaped my journey like notes in sheet music. Ending on a very low and vibrating tone.
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