Under The Sun - DamienLeniart

I sit here waiting. It’s a long walk, that I must take and it feels like hell.  Where am I going? What will it take to get there? I don’t know,

I don’t want to know.  It comes closer to me every day and haunts my dreams with strange, ever so beautiful deadly shadows.  Do I follow it, or sit here, alone, desolate and helpless, under the sun, and burn up for you.

It comes with a price, to live as I do.  A bit of fear perhaps, but it’s how I must live

Under the sun away from you.

The End

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