“I feel nothing…”
My screams fill the world, piercing the ears of those who may have listened, if any did, with heart wrenching sorrow and agony. Steel claws of a nightmares imagination glint from the corner or my eye, the hazy world tipping and turning. This was the end, I thought. Crimson wine split from within, painting the night a shade of unimaginable beauty and horror, an impeccable representation of the bloody end that lay before me.