His story
Uploaded by delta-one-zero on Apr 29, 2004
From dusk till dawn, till day light sleeps. Not quite dead, yet still not living. The wind changes direction, and so does life, wrong to right then back again. What could have been, so close to touch yet unable to feel. dreams which have been, and are, fade with the return of reality. Depression sets in, and anger consumes. A wasted life, a tortured future. with the end so close, life slips away, blood drips, rope hangs, gas fills conscious. The window closes, just like your eyes, life, and so does the illusion, never to live again…..