Slumbering in the silence that gave birth to me, I lay there contemplating the hidden secrets of life. The weakness that for so many years made my life to a living hell had at length defeated my very will to continue an existence I despised right from the start.
No god there to save me; was there ever one? Reflecting on this I slowly raised my head from the pillow I had rested on. Shadows danced on the walls, laughing at me with their hellish grins. My weary eyes followed their grotesque movements across the grey ceiling.
Desperation pervaded the dusk-filled room. An air of depravity joined the gloom that surrounded my cadaver-like body. It must have been a wondrous sight for you to behold my emaciated frame in the grief-stricken chamber that witnessed the unholy hour of my birth.
It must have been a wondrous sight for you to behold my emaciated frame in the grief-stricken chamber that witnessed the unholy hour of my birth.
There I lay in the depressing and pale grey. At this instant my soul was grasped by despair. A sense or aim in this life I could no longer see. Would a bullet in the head forever set me free??
No god there to save me; was there ever one?!!!
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