As I lay in absolute sorrow, content with the past, and the future that will never become. The dreams I once conceived, now rest beneath my feet, destroyed with no hope of returning. Like living fire, pain rushed through my veins, engulfing me into a state of anguish never experienced. Clamping my eyes I fought to remember memories I once lived. The love once felt on a night spent under a blood stained sunset with a lover once loved. The sensation of the warm, damp, breeze calmly passing my face, and the smiles and laughs of love that was. I remember the beauty of the first blanket of snow in the winter; the clean crisp feeling everything seems to obtain overnight, and the unforgettable taste of the first cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter day.
After what seemed an eternity in my dream state, the pain that once engulfed me is dulled by the pleasant memories of the past times that I once enjoyed. Gradually opening my eyes the surroundings did little to please my broken heart. I longed to hear the sound of life; a moan or a sigh would have satisfied me. Slowly closing my eyes a tear filled with all the pain I felt, all the anger of knowing I could do nothing, and the reality of the end to come; ran down my cheek and dripped into my lips creating a pool of emotion.
The final strike emitted itself, unwanted, and unexpected. All hope vanished in an instant, and I realized this was the end. I shut my eyes and waited, longed for it to end, longed for peace to rest itself on me. Searching desperately for the memories I once had to ease my suffering, nothing was there, not a trace of emotion was eminent in the room. I was alone, nothing to ease my pain, nothing to enjoy, and nothing to hate or love. Nothing.
