I close my eyes and breath slowly. What a mess I’ve just created. Seems I cannot fix this.
This darkness consumes everything. What is left of my soul reminds me of a dead crow.
Its wings still flapping carelessly…
I feel happy feeling sad. It completes me. I know everything is just an illusion, and I can relax thinking that everyone is rotten inside. Their hearts are shapes of mud, bloody and filled with worms. Their eyes are wide open but they cannot see anything.
Death is whispering a spell. The 13th hour of darkness has arrived. A final solution for making everything right again. Reset the clock of life. But only after leaving this realm. Join me.. in death.