23 May 2012

I begin my journey unaware. In my own world where I am safe.

Then someone catches my eye, Someone beautiful. She draws me closer. Like a wasp to honey, Moth to a flame.

Steadily I walk towards her. The ground filled with obstacles I gingerly step over them, blindly.... I feel... Unsafe...

I lose my footing. I stumble forwards through a barrier. The cringing sound of shattered glass wounds me, cuts me deep. Falling.....

Falling....

.....Shock.

They found my body in the morning A forlorn look on my face Shards of glass strewn all around me Stone-cold dead.

DovahkiinThe Somnambulist • Opuss № I