Running through the woods all i can see is darkness. All i can feel is the icy hand of death closing in on my bloodsoaked heart. And all i can hear is the sound of birds and other animals. My walk is very off. As i near the edge of the forest i can hear the trickle of water. I see a magnificent rainbow created from an amazing waterful. As my world darkens the last thing I see is the woman i loved sitting across the river siping ice cold lemonaide. Completely unaware that I'm standing here with a hole in my chest.
River of Water
March 17, 2010