Listen to the sound of infinite misery. Can you feel the tone of misery? There they await death huddled in darkness. Mankind fears what it does not understand after all. Tissue sporting millions of DNA has a vast imagination. This they can never understand or begin to understand and why should they even try when all they do is lie, cheat and kill?

These cold stone walls cannot keep out the impossible. It will come for them. One by one the whole race of insignificant vermin will succumb to the deepest hell. Still even this reality holds little hope for danger.

Christi, Christi…Christ?

She infiltrates strong minds with her vulnerability. How is one supposed to operate under such finite days? It doesn't matter. Mortal desire eventually plunges into mortal horror. Nothing more can be implicated. It has already reaped what a devil has sown.

So now… Ceaselessly the feline lounged upon the floor devoid of considering, devoid of discernment that time was a silhouette forlorn. There was an emblem nestled against her breast as moonlight trickled over her. Bordered lunacy clambered into her domain, hung from dilapidated hangings the tint of decaying grapes. Predetermined in her ample eyes, distance carried opposition. Painted smiles weaved ghostly faces. They left myriad sentiments none at all entertaining as they dangled from wire threads trapped in wood frames.

In bittersweet winds danced a black shadow. Flaring cherry pools ignited indescribable anonymities while masculine contours subdued illogical subjugations and perpetually shaded his unchanging face with ivory stone. Despite the fact that domination was a classic tool in his hands his mouth rolled sarcasm in cryptic flavors. For him there was no good or evil, only power and while under scrutiny's stare inhuman actions performed fluent insanity. They birthed a magic man, granted him abilities to come forth to heal the shattered heart. Such had been a haunted reminiscence floating in the back of her mind, one she had hoped to erase.

As her head tilted upward corroded darkness weaved corridors. They twisted, spun into indistinct realms beyond her grasp and yet she reached out to try to catch a piece of its eternity. Through walls of fog dwelled ruin. Her heart entwined it.

Athwart cracked marble, copious ashes lie. In ruins she remained unaided. Fixed eyes stared incessantly. An acrimonious winter's passing exhibited pits of corrosion. Attestation deceived unfathomable hollows. Immense marvels and aspiration permitted gray endeavors. Nothing in subdued commitment was solved. Destiny chanted a melancholic harmony. End came far too soon. To all vast and minor it happened. Figures stationed in earth and mortars hastened despair. She wore it as her own skin. Her eternal cry was a desperate call.

Into an endless cavity she spun senseless.

Ashes fell. She was incarcerated in the wake of a wall labyrinth. Still eyes gaped. Stone hearts relinquished nothing. And together they fell. In the bleakest of days ahead, shadows paid with fever. Disease claimed one after another.

She stared into darkness from her kitchen window. She stared while always waiting. As orange street lamps flickered, autumn's kiss rushed in from a crack in the pane. The bitter chill had been here for a week. The bass from a car's stereo palpitated softly in the distance, becoming more and more pronounced. Green and yellow leaves swayed as their tree stood tall and true. Peace harvested night's lullaby.

Haunted eyes hovered as the blade's glint caught them. Their deep shades of chocolate and emerald admired its steel teeth. Laid against snow white flesh, its silver mocked her. Raven wings curtained her face as she bowed her head. Now it was time to say a little prayer if only her faith had not been shaken. Now it was time to remember fragments of her life. Nothing seeped through the anguish. Lips so pale and pink trembled. The shadows of the world were upon her if not in gray in red. Only she could save her from herself.