As a drop of rain fell into a ripple, I looked at my soul through the liquid mirror of truth.
I saw nothing not even a reflection just emptiness, no life, not even death.
I wondered “What dose this mean?†“Is this me?†No answer appeared.
I stared for hours at the pool of truth.
The rain then sped up every minuet that passed; as it fell I felt its angered hits.
The image didn’t falter, until I held out my hand and gently ran my fingers trough the water.
Then the rain stopped, still darkened from the storm the clouds stilled themselves.
The air felt like a blanket covering me, as if I were a child.
Uninstructed I clasped some water in my hands, feeling the urge to drink, I tasted the water.
It smoothly trickled to my mouth and guided it’s self through my throat.
So cool, and filled with a taste unimaginably wonderful.
As it trailed to my stomach my body started to painfully heat.
Starting in my stomach, then my throat, finally my mouth started to burn as if fire were alive inside it.
Gasping for air and relief, I submerged my face in the water, drinking as I drowned myself.
Before air became short I tried to pull by self up, but I couldn’t, something was holding m down.
I squirmed to let myself free, but no matter what I did my head stayed below the surface.
Accepting my fate I calmed my movement and admired the last scene I would see, the water’s dance.
As my sight drew dim I closed then reopened my eyes only to see a darkened room, the room which I slept.
While I laid reminiscing in thought I hear a distinguished frightening voice…..
“Regret is a deathly feeling isn’t it?â€
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