Veyl

It was late November when Mr. Verdi went to the cemetery to visit the gravestone of a little girl he never really knew. Little Amelia was a girl who always wanted to dream; however, dreams are really dangerous things for they can soon become nightmares from one moment to the next.  Nonetheless, dreams are dreams, and dreams are never true, and that is why we should always avoid dreams; two years ago these so called dreams, or nightmares if you would rather say, were the ones that consumed and trashed Amelia’s mind. This does not mean that she suffered; no, all the way around. The moment she left our world meant nothing to her, for she w

I am sick. I am lost. I am in the dark. Years wandering though the world have shown me the true colours of shadows. Some days I feel as if I was still in Hell. How long has it been? I cannot remember, I one day simply left her and never turned back unlike any other time. That night under the rain when you promised something that you were not bound to promise I should have known that I would fall. Nonetheless I enjoyed falling, I enjoyed those days as much as I now enjoy wandering. Walking through Hell I knew I was not alone, I knew many others had walked that same road, but only a few had had the strength to walk out of Hell. Of course, I wa