Slowly her voice fades to a whisper where she no longer can hear her own screams. A voice echos back, one unknown to her mind.
It screams at her to let the avenging knife take her.
My life is my own, my decisions very clear.
death the most simple of all solutions to cross the human mind.
The dreams alone are killing me, the voices, the torturous thoughts are all to much to bare.
I will once again walk the path a path i have walked before.
It leads me always to the same sorrow. A melancholy view which i would like to introduce as my hell.
This is the very ending to my story.
Beneath this Angelic tomb you will find an unmarked casket to perfect for the corpse it carries.
Forever it will seal one big secret from the world above.
My mouth and my lips will never part to speak any truth again. I am yet another meaningless child in this bleak world.
No words were ever meant for me, none even for my day of death.
I will say goodnight and pray you see heavens gates.
If you are denied