• ~*Far An*~

    Silence so irritable at times, but precious in others. A dark corridor -No Light- No Light-, could it be but a squeak, impossible for the only life here, is but my own fading heart beat. It is i who breathes a shallow breath, and no others. Only i am trembling on this cold, stone floor. But who is this ripple that i barley notice. It is hardly worth my eye, perhaps it is but an empty suit of armor beckoning for my trust. Could i see it, but once -No Light- No Light-, of course not. But could i touch it, a smooth surface that could bring warmth to my cold fingers. No, but may i sense its presence an essence it would or rather will be. I do not feel anything rather less, -No Light- No Light-, this cunning streak whispers such clever things. I believe i have sinned for i am far to ungrateful to be loved. These sporadic tingles seem to tickle my neck. I think of the armor to wish them away, -No Light- No Light-. I frown in foolishness for I had forgotten about the whispers an dark. A deep breath and i know they are not worthy of my few last heart beats. Deep down i am convincing, perhaps lying that my life has a greater value. -No Light- No Light-. Sighs are equivalent to this miserable but compelling quiet. My mind lingers on the armor but they realize that it may be in non-existence. Shivers attack my spirit and convulse my body. My heart beats are fewer now, -No Light- No Light-. What difference will it make if my breathing continues. Perhaps the suit of armor shall miss me, or maybe this silence will keep one another company. It is far to cold for remembrance so i will close my already closed eyes and be on my way. -No Light- No Light- .... -Silence-, and perhaps a squeak.


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