Each stone breaking more of my soul.
Darkness wrapping over covering my eyes and heart.
Each beat of pain dulled me of my sentces.
Fear of death had lost its frightning truth.
My breathing shorting and my eyes closing as each tumble of rocks pushed me closer into the reapers grip.
My life had lost its meaning and now was a frighting past forgotten in the dust of time.
As i walked through fire to the depths of hell leaving the cold body sitting under the rocks behind.
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