3 January 2013
I sleep through the howling wind, for when its time all must come to an end.
The flames surround, and shrieks bleed into the air. Sometimes life just isn't fair.
I cry your name, but you never turn around. As the world is consumed by fire, all disappears but sound.
I crawl, broken and shattered, away from the sweltering heap. I wait for the others to awake from their deep, never ending sleep.
Everyone draws in their last breath and closes their eyes to a world drowned in pain and consumed by lies.
Bleeding Inferno • Opuss № I