I do not enjoy the hollow, haunted smiles of the damned as we inch toward the twilight of our mortality, babbling about our past half glories and the dreams we almost achieved. There might be enough daylight left to get the job done, but we can already feel the chill of the reapers touch dancing on the back of our necks. I do not enjoy the fear I see dancing in the back of your eyes, for truly it is merely the reflection of my own.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 23:43:55 +0000
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