beyond a bit irate 

The long road ahead caused my veins to freeze in my body in fears and chills. The sky was a dark cloudy grey with doom and despair. I kept my head tlted backand my feet forward keeping an eye our for any change in the sky. Maybe i was looking for something out of element a black hole inthe sky with a hand to take the bodies of the living to devour and only made sure I was not part of that hands crumble. A small sense of security filled my mind and i tiltedmy head slowly down, if i wwre to do it fast I would pass out. Kepping my pace on this only road I came acorss this land it was very scary though very interesting. just like my sky.

Erosion and death the smell was terrible, foul and dirty. It smelled like a graveyard letting the smell of death rise from the ground like grass. It bured my nose with hate and lies. it gave my mind so many images of each entire body inthe ground. Even the tress has lost its humanity and identity. It was only deaths decoration. In my blood  this placed seemd like a haunting reality a haunting truth. It was like somethign hapened before that still tends to rise and stay ever so fresh like a fresh cut wound.

Of course I can only think why was i brought here i mean no one came down the sameroad as i had and it was jsut a regualr road. The closer I walked the more I saw such a figure it had the shape of a small boy or a small girl. In my mind anything of this scenery is never good if cildren are involved. Never it is. Everything was whispy fading smally. thend is near i thought and my better way to see it happen in fear of mine is fade.

This figure or entity or person shot itself at me like bullet from a revolver then haulted abruptly in front of me and gave a giagantic hiss at me. I blinked in petrified. It spit nasty words at me the truth of a long past that i am connected too. The more it spoke this truth the more sad i became the more i thought of then and the more i regret everything. The more I heard the words of this thing" the more i knew someone else could too.it sounded like four voices at a time was speaking at ones. One tome low one of a female one of older age and one in the adult male age. i tried to shut my mind off so no one else can hear such words of pain. I failed at that an protect i no longer could.

The past stands in the face of many others in society i though t when it soon left. In order to move the past is here always the past can be faced but still haunt ever pasing second is just that. THe blunt truth of reality... i wathch one struggle

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