The higher you think you are, the more you think you must do.. .

Part of my fantasy novel.

Two became one in the mute of midnight.

I listened to her songs and her laughter, I endured her silent treatment, and I even heard her fear and her lies. The Sound of Carrion… sweet sounds of decay because after you have heard such a siren’s song really what else is there worth listening to?

Have you lost your heart? what does that make you?

What makes me… this shell, the desire for wealth, maybe it’s what I own but as The Abomination says I own nothing; I don’t own me. So will there come a day when everything I am buried beneath means nothing, what will I be then, “A Me Without Clutter”

This short story arised from my fantasy. The title seems a little bit odd but this could happen to anyone of us especially abroad.

This is the end, the man I was, am, or even want to be ends in a blood spatter and maybe a lot of chatter; if it ain’t me that is. “Escape Me” are the thoughts of finally escaping call it life or existence depended upon who it is that meets their end.

The future lies shrouded in darkness.. .

He died alone…