ShadowWolfKnight

She's as good as dead. Her opaque eyes reflect the hopelessness within. When she cries, there are no sounds nor are there any tears. She's a small speck in a large universe of ever greater objects. She doesn't belong. She's nothing. Her limbs no longer obey her thoughts. Move, she thinks to herself, but nothing ever happens. She's as lifeless as an old worn rag doll. Help, she tries to yell, but no one listens. She hurtles off the cliff into a life of endless despair. Away from the peering eyes of civilization. Downward she falls into the fiery pits of hell. She is neither dead or alive, but rather exists in between. She's nothing more tha