Fairy talesThe man lay in his bed.
The darkness in the room seemed to eat at his body, turning it pale, limp and lifeless. No pulse ran through this man's body, no electrical currents raced through his brain. Under human definition this man would be pronounced dead without question. One look at the body's cold, white skin would prove this beyond a doubt. Yet no examiner would be able to discover the cause of death because they would never be allowed at this body. This corpse would only be dissected and catalogued by a select team of scientists, a team that would sign hundreds of official papers, declaring that if any of them spoke about what they found, they would be in serious trouble with even more serious people. But the team of scientists isn't the part that makes this particular corpse so interesting, what makes it interesting is that it's still breathing.
Cold sweat covered the man's body; he had never felt so cold in his life. It was like the very memory of heat had been sucked from him. H
Here I Sit.Here I sit at the end of the world.
The flower in my hands, once golden
My feet lie in ash, my body in shadow
My heart dies in loneliness.
The air that swirls around me
Never to be tasted again.
I pick at the petals, counting
Playing a child's game
The shrivelled fingers falling
Down to the dying earth.
The soft dust rains around me,
Blanketing all I see.
The never-ending storm above,
Covering my world in darkness.
The shadow eating at my heart,
My soul tired of being alone,
Alone in this wasteland
A single tear falls from my cheek,
A sign of my sadness.
I don't wish for life, or sun
Or a free breath of untainted air.
I don't wish for shelter or death
Or to go back to the way things were.
I just wish I had you.