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[title] => Darkness, Part Three of Four
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[bodytext] => The darkness loses its warmth. I hear laughing all around me. Bright flashes leave behind the outlines of a busy city. People are moving about, going from here to there. Darkness. Complete darkness and silence. That’s all that’s left now…in this world of mine. I’m alone. I’m afraid … I’m supposed to like being alone. Come back. Why am I alone? I want them to come back. Please…make them come back. She appears in front of me. Collapses on her knees, she is crying tears of complete torment. She pleads for me. She pleads for me to stop. She tells me not to hate, but, rather, to accept. To accept the world and to embrace the love it can hold. I look into her blue eyes. They’re so different than the pitch black surrounding us. I drop to one knee and gently touch her face. She’s so cold. And now she’s gone…she’s disappeared. Why do you take it all away? I stand up and start to run. I run in any way my feet decide to take me. I didn’t even know where I was going in this place of tears. A light. I see a very bright light shining down from the heavens. Where it shines, I see a body. I run as fast as I can, not knowing what I’ll find when I stop. The girl. She’s dead now. She’s right here, lying sprawled out, unclothed, tears of blood stream from her, now, cold eyes. I collapse to my knees and weep. The darkness must not hold the warmth I’m looking for. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Dereku [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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