The body jerked in sudden reflections of the deed it had done. It laid on the floor staring at the stars that now spun out of control and he closed his eyes. He felt sick from the empty liquid that sat beaviely upon the air pressing down, driving deep into his chest:
He tried to screm, but no air filled his lungs, he thought he was going to fade away, never to see another night, something he could not live without, he tried to reach for something to hold on to, he did not want to die, again...
The stench filled the ait, what had he done? he didn't know selling all his worth would be so painful,; The sky changes to false dawn and he cringes before nothingness takes hold of him and takes the one loast thing he had left...the night: |
