Mightnight black ravens soar past the blood red moon as the bells on the towering Cathedral church toll twelve.  Silently, the dead blackened trees watch as my chest, heavy with pain, struggles to let me continuously breathe in and out.  Little moonlight shines through the tree tops, causing the blade in my hand to glisten silver and red.  My head falls upon the *****, bloodstained leaves that lie, dead, all around me.  I long to be free, to be gone from this world and all the adversities that surround me.  I long to be dead.  Crimson flows from my body, a river of blood pours out.  The pain is almost overbearing, but as I lay dying, I welcome it.  I embrace it like an old friend, knowing that this will be the last thing I ever feel.  And then, with one last shuddering breath, I break free into the night to soar with the ravens above, leaving my cold, lifeless corpse, the only thing that had tied me to this earth, behind.