No windows

...

Forsaken your dreams he said

For the wind blows curses into the world as a lesson to be learned

A journey to be walked

Alone to torture your most lived memories

To death they yelled

The clubs were  gripped

The hounds let lose

My screams of pain never affected them

my pleas never satisfied

The bitter taste of blood staining my teeth now running in rapids down my arm

The raod to heaven is said to be peaceful

Does this mean I am going to hell for accepting what I deserve?

Heaven nor hell will be the final resting place for my soul

I can not speak the words I truly mean I can only mumur them

Run.. Run... Run forever if you have to

Do not stop till you're dead

At least I will know it will be peaceful for it was my own doing that played me in this life

The End

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