The Depth of Regret
Spiral
Treading pointlessly as my lifeless body drifted farther down into the depths of regret. The human air supply was dimishing as I spun, trapped in a spiral of anger, hate, sadness, greed, agony. All related to him.
Suddenly I broke away from the mass, the memory I had been haunted with for so many endless nights clouded my eyes once again. So clear was the premonition it was as if I was again standing on the banks of my mind, experiencing the horror a second time.
His Death.
Suddenly I broke away from the mass, the memory I had been haunted with for so many endless nights clouded my eyes once again. So clear was the premonition it was as if I was again standing on the banks of my mind, experiencing the horror a second time.
His Death.