I stepped over the bodies of a thousand, each death a silent scream in my ears- the oppressive silence rang and grew louder and so I fell. The clock spun backwards, letting me fall in reverse. I walked through the battlefield. A line of men to my left, a line of women to my right. And I walked between them. Behind me, one man fell. In front of me, one woman fell. I reached the end of the line as the last of my people died and I fell in reverse- walking back to witness the bullets flying again walking back to keep them alive.
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Sat Aug 08, 2009 @ 01:15am · 0 Comments |