The air is becoming heavy.
You ca n't br e
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You wake up, You've seen this place before.
You're eyes are hazy, All you can make out is the darkness.
You hear something, a sort of rasping noise. You try to get up to look for a light source, but realize you can't move....
You began to understand what's happening. You start to panic for you know what will unfold next. You hear a scream and try calling out to the source. You know they are in pain for you can feel their pain, Their emotions...
You still can't move, you start to feel the blood running down from your shoulder to your arm.
You can feel every cut, every puncture, every drip of blood falling from your finger tips... It feels like Hell.
You are being tortured, for what reason you do not know. Nor shall you ever. You start to loose your grip on reality and fantasy.
You start to black out....
The air is becoming heavy.
You ca n't br e
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"This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends...
Not with a bang, But a whimper...."
"This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends....
Not with a bang, But a whimper...."
-T.S. Eliot.
In the End, It will all fit together.