My Mind On Love
I lay here groveling in pain while something tears me apart.
Bit by bit, every shred causes me to shriek in pain and agony.
I can see my life flashing before my eyes.
I feel my blood flowing everywhere, from my shreds, leaving the entire cavern bathed in crimson.
This pain i feel is so fierce, its almost unreal.
But yet i must suffer.
I am now dead.
I lay there cold and stiff.
My blood spattered across the walls.
An incomplete skeleton sitting there on the floor in a sticky pool of death.
The creature has thrown me out.
Probably to make room for another victim to suffer the same as i.
The horrible pain is gone, but it has also taken my life.
Will my soul wander these chambers for all eternity?
Is that what its all about?
You cant escape it.
It is fate.
Your pain and sorrow.
Your life, your death.
It is the inevitable.
Dont deny it.