Rain drops stream down the night sky. She walks along the sidewalk,staring at the darkness and sorrow that fills up the clouds.
Unharmed by the human world, her face masked by a thin black umbrella. She wields a scythe, made by the bones of the reaper himself,sharp enough to pierce through a diamond coated,wall of titanium.
She turns a corner,as you follow her oddly, warily, peering down the dead-end passage, you see her.You take a peek at her eyes, no emotion is found. You glance at her eyes once more,as you realize,you stared evil straight in the eyes…
What you saw that night,will haunt your dreams forevermore.You quiver in fear,trying to forget the horrors that remind you of that night.For that my dear,was your last glimpse at life
kisamecool · Thu Jun 12, 2008 @ 05:18pm · 0 Comments |