(WPC: Frame )
Night feels like my funeral. The memories gather for my eulogy and I stare at the 6 ft deep grave into the darkness.
The night feels like my funeral. The somber atmosphere, the stillness in air, the moon hides behind clouds trying to disguise the sorrow it feels for me today.
The sky does not shine with stars, they quietly fade into the background. The sky sprawls above me, solemn. So does the earth beneath my feet, grievous. They both are quiet.
The wind too it seems, knows about my slow demise. It has ceased, to give me a moment of silence. The time seems to standstill. The only thing I can hear is the sound of my heart breaking. Tearing apart fiber by fiber. Crippling under the weight of my heavy chest. I feel it slowly disintegrate.
Disarmed. Slowly fading.
The night feels like my funeral. I hope to someday rest in peace.
Unlike these nights that only feel like my mourning.
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