1. soul of a dead
... nothing but a zombie on my grand casket- my great paradise of dead dreams and decayed hopes. As the cold breeze of the early morning touched my even colder skin, I felt like a shore where waves of memories are flooding. But for me, nothing is a memory. My heart had refused to feel, and I"m nothing but a senseless soul floating in the atmosphere. My eyes, which for years and years ago did ... heaven, you could cut my throat and I will not speak, nor shriek, nor lament. I will just sit where I am sitting, and kill time until all my blood drip out and I fall down, dead. My love was gone, a...
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- Grade Level: High School