i feel like im fading
The world is now in shadowy existence
I am not real
At least not as real as the dead cigarettes on the table
Today is the 15th day of this horror
There will be a murder
Someone is knocking
I wonder who it is
As i wall to the day
I realize my legs have started falling off
As i turn the door knob
The winds rushes at my face
And behold she is there
The murderer. And i the murderee is looking at her..
This is the murder.
It had happened already..
This is just the story of how it did..