Blue

Tue, 05/13/2014 - 18:37 -- mari949

I lay on my bed, staring into the pitch darkness I feel a presence in the room but yet can't seem to find what I am looking for. I wrestle my pillow and sheets as I suddenly fall asleep, and in the corner of the room awaits an angel of death. Ready to take my soul away.

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