The memory was as like burnt smell of flesh of a hanged man for a week,
shall remmain in memory like seeing a lover's heart being severed from her chest,
madness draws nearer each day, a decision mast be made,
death is standing inches from the face like a vampire ready to take the GULP.......
The pain is flowing HOT from the flesh, secretly it weaves into a path of a dead end,
perfectly calm and perfectly unable to recgonize the reality till death erases the lively scent off of earth,
perhaps it would of been a choice, a fated path, or a purpose beyound comprehension,
it is but a path no man would choose nor no woman would allow, and...........
it is too late now, the future has been cut short, the legacy has been tormented, and most of all,
she doesnt know he has already decided death......... ..so young...and already given up on life..
