“life will be better in spring”

March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 January 2011 March 2011

A voice, smooth like velvet, whispered in the darkness. So melodic and gentle as if soothing even if, in fact, it was nothing more than words of poison. The only audience's thin hands tightened, nails digging into his own skin as intense stench of blood filled the air – as sweet as it was nauseating. The world had become red…just like the blood dripping down, off his face.

That disgusting dulcet voice kept whispering his name over and over…just like the clinking of the cold metal chains that rang non-stop. In the darkness that devil whispered sweet, acidic words, and becoming more and more audible was the sound of hastened breathing. It was getting louder and louder, for he could not stop it anymore…as if…to convince him…

The very evidence of his defeat.

Fresh, warm blood tricked down his face, pooling on the solid stone floor.

More and more droplets ran down dripping – all bloody red. The captive, bound in the darkness, only replied with a smile that could not reach eyes – the color of the sky itself – for he was again reminded how much he hated this world…and the true darkness that resided in it.

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