on monday morning, the bird looked into my soul, and gasped quietly, which was incredibly empty, for I had never heard of such similar sound of the triple flutter blast of my memory. Then the pain ate me whole, body and soul, and i left this sad existense to find a better life to exist in a whole new dimension of ice. so cold and numbing, i couldn't help myself but be paralyzed with fear, yet at the breaking point of my tortured sanity of bloodsucking raisins. afterwards, they all turned and walked with their backs against the sun and facing the uncertain future of their dying flames. Which made me question their motives, yet at the day of mourning, a dark and threatening thunderhead, rising in the distant horizon of a deadly, swarming cloud of death.
