All I hear is the crackle of the fire.
All I see is all the faces that haunt me in my dreams.
All I can feel is the hands and the heat.
All is going blank.
All is just so bleak.
All the hope I had has gone to zip-Nada-none.
All these people how say they hate me stare at me in shock horror or just plain old pain.
The one how calls her self my friend just stares at me with hate filled gave and satisfaction.
I just stare right back at all of them and gave most of them an understanding one.
I finally open my mouth to say my wish on my dying breath.
“To all those how said they hated me but stare at me with pain, shock, horror shall be forgiven...but you the one I called friend I shall curse you and the rest of your family with the last of my breath and will and power passed down through my family.â€
Every one just stared at me with tear filled eyes all except one my so called friend stared at me in pure panic and fear.
For the final time shall my breathing be heard by all these people.
