Life or death he was. With skull and he always was throne with. A shiver ran through as the two paths ran through his mind. Conflicted between two. Complicated for one matter and foolish for another. Looking into the endless mountains of stress, both of them turned and looked straight into each other's eyes the aura went with a aritst looking at blank page trying to fill it with ink. Tho there was no ink in the first place, lacking the ink ain't it? There thoughts crashed like dolls burning in a raging fireplace. Horrifying and fast for one. Realsing they left their eyes go of each other and glared at the brown ground. Frightened that solitary confinement would open up once more for them....

To be continued
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