Theres a hole where my heart should be. Black blood oozes from it staining my clothes a permanent red. I fade off into a dream world. Nothing seems real, i think as i lay on the rotting wood floor. My brain is scrambling and i can't tell whats real and whats not. The rotting wood floor loosens and i begin to fall. My nails dig into the rotting wood, but its no help, it just causes it to crumble faster. I fall. I fall through the blackness. And all i will do forever more is fall. Fall through the blackness of lost memories and dreaded horrors. Trying to think of the moon, and roses. A field of roses to rest forever in and look up at the shining moon from. But that is all taken away by the reality that i am falling. And will continue to do so, Forever. . .
