I stood on top of the moving train watching hundreds of people pass by, living their meaningless, monotonous lives. Tugging at my bare chest, the wind’s coarse fingers dragged its claws down my face over and over until I remembered my current predicament. I constantly have nightmares, which I’ve been accustomed to calling dreams, of the day my mother died. I remember the day vividly; I remember watching my mother succumb to the angels of death. I remember a pool of my mother’s blood travel to the bottom of my shoes, as her lifeless body dropped to the ground and enveloped not only my lungs with fear but also every thought in my mind. At that moment, I opened my eyes and re-familiarized myself with my surroundings. The train’s screeching breaks
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I knew once I left that train, I would live nevermore. As I walked to a nearby alley, I began to hear the voices. They were of my dear Annabel Lee, the Raven, my mother, and many other personalities that I constructed in my past. Some voices spoke to me of the wonders of death and suicide while others told me how bliss life can be. The thin veil separating reality and fiction began to slowly disappear until I found myself watching Roderick Usher and Lady Madeleine collapse on each other. At that moment, I knew I had gone insane. I became just another idiosyncratic character in one of many stories. My reality altered through each and every one of my fictions until I could not remember my past, nor my present. I continued to rotate through different realities until I was staring into the eyes of death. Death comes in various forms, however, the form before me appeared as a mugger. He knew not of my internal struggle, nor did he know that he was bringing peace to a man who fears nothing. As I lay on the floor, I felt joy. I felt that I had finally attained my goal and completed my journey. I felt relieved of not only the burden of life, but also all of my burdens. I could no longer remember my late mother’s death, nor my love Annabel Lee. I was free from the shackles of my mind and I was able to escape the prison that is my body and transcend all. Life
I knew once I left that train, I would live nevermore. As I walked to a nearby alley, I began to hear the voices. They were of my dear Annabel Lee, the Raven, my mother, and many other personalities that I constructed in my past. Some voices spoke to me of the wonders of death and suicide while others told me how bliss life can be. The thin veil separating reality and fiction began to slowly disappear until I found myself watching Roderick Usher and Lady Madeleine collapse on each other. At that moment, I knew I had gone insane. I became just another idiosyncratic character in one of many stories. My reality altered through each and every one of my fictions until I could not remember my past, nor my present. I continued to rotate through different realities until I was staring into the eyes of death. Death comes in various forms, however, the form before me appeared as a mugger. He knew not of my internal struggle, nor did he know that he was bringing peace to a man who fears nothing. As I lay on the floor, I felt joy. I felt that I had finally attained my goal and completed my journey. I felt relieved of not only the burden of life, but also all of my burdens. I could no longer remember my late mother’s death, nor my love Annabel Lee. I was free from the shackles of my mind and I was able to escape the prison that is my body and transcend all. Life