My mind is a palace of forgotten words and unsolvable algorithms. As human life goes on, pieces of our sanity drift from our spirit; but, I can assure you my sanity is fully connected to me. Our dance, being the grim reaper and me, is one of many. Occasionally we would play a game of cards in which I would end up tricking him, other times I would test him by doing foolish dares and grabbing risks by the neck as a young teenager. This was different; this was our last meeting before my greatest quietus. In brutal honesty, my words and decisions tonight may not have been the most eloquent choices.
We were in a ballroom, him and me, time seeming to come to a halt as our game reached its last round. His flimsy black cape he wore to hide his skeleton
We were in a ballroom, him and me, time seeming to come to a halt as our game reached its last round. His flimsy black cape he wore to hide his skeleton