Guns ring out
And all turns black
As i hit the pillow
Proceeded by dirt falling on my sweaty face
Frantic as i am
i begin to claw at the dirt
Which is sufficating
Now i feel the Hell of Atlas
For hours it seems
To be nothing but a constant battle
Between my soul and the gravekeeper
Who only fuels Hells flames
But alas! Light shines through
Even in the presence of my darkest hour
A single ray of hope shines on me
Only to tease as it fades out
Rage overflows and
Enough is enough!
I scream as i claw away
with even more determination then ever before
it soon reappears
so i can breath at ease once more
but i dare not relent
for fear that is should fade away once more
Growing and growing
Becoming brighter and more powerful
I soon drag my bloody body
out of the hole in the earth's ground
Tree's surround me
While the beauty of the rising sun
stuns my eyes
for a mere moment
i begin my journey
one that shall take me home
to peace and happiness
of not just my own, but of everyone elses
As i begin
I notice the deathly silence ringing in my ears
Not a noise is uttered
Not even of my own movements
I pay it little attention
And begin to run
For without warning
Gunfire comes hailing down upon me
Such fiery as it is
I cannot escape
I have no hope
Until i exit the forest and see my home
Then i notice a stinging sansation
Coming from the back of my head
Reaching back to touch my head is too painful
And upon pulling my hand forward, i notice it is painted scarlet
No!
I stagger forward
In mere shock of the red
That flows out of me
Leaving only a shell behind
So close!
I drag
my legs being useless
And refuse to obey my command
To keep going, to move forward
I reach out as gun shots ring out
And all turns black
As i hit the pillow
Proceeded by dirt falling on my clammy face
Frantic as i am
I try to claw
But i am tevered down
Now i must bear my own Hell.
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