As the sun suspends in the air,
I have to stop and take a deep breath,

Inhale...

Exhale...

Because I have come to the reality that,
This world that i live in,
Does not actually exist...

It is like i am in a constent state of psychosis,
Because it seems that,
Death beams over my life like sun-rays,
And some days,
I swear i can feel the grim reaper breathing heavily behind my back,
Like he is waiting for me to lose my will to live...

I start running,
But it seems as though,
My feet keep getting heavier and heavier with every stride,
He is playing with my mind,
I stop to catch my breath,
Weird things start to happen...

The sun retreats,
As darkness cuts the sky,
Like a diamond sword being held by a master,
I can see the silhouette of a hooded man walking towards me,
My whole body goes stiff,
As if i have been stricken with rigamortous,
Words can not explain the pain,
But, it is kind of like hollowtips penetrating my membrain...

IT IS INSANE!!!...

The hooded man walks up to me slowly,
I still can not move,
All life around me seems to be withering away,
I try to scream for help,
But my mouth will not open,
He places his hand on my shoulder,
I never felt a hand so icily and as clammy as death...

I black out...

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!!!TO BE CONCLUDED!!!