empty of remorse or regrets, deaf to my pained cries,blind to my flowing tears,they relished in my pain,danced in my sorrow,drank from my blood.my freedom they sold,trampled upon my joy,chased away my happinessand then they killed me.a sacrifice to their lies and hypocrisy,an offering to the lies they clothed as truth.but still satisfaction alluded them,so they forced me out of death,to live again as a walking dead,trappe...
Sitting in his seat, tea in hand, Rufus was almost tempted to stand and grab something stronger. He looked at the girl, his eyes wild and unbelieving, head spinning. “Seriously, where did you come from, how’d you get here and what is your name?”“Heehee, I came from the water, I just kinda arrived here and you know my name,” the girl giggled.“Same smart mouth. You really are...” he trailed off.He took a sip of his tea and...
Necrosing tissue eats away at him. He suffers the pain, the torture, the terror. All in a bid to protect his loved ones. His body be used up, and his mind is worsening. Soon, he will feel nothing. Not even hope. And yet he continues in his vain bid: for nothing can take his spirit. They have his body, his life, but he will never, truly, succumb, never yield. But it is to the afterlife, he must go. As much as it pains him,...
