The Backtrack.

"Well well well..." he said with a grin upon his malic expression. He took my waist and pulled me close eager to inflict pain upon my heart and soul.

Never thinking about how this person whom I had loved so much could treat me like yesterday's news. Fingers were binding into my soft skin making my blood boil. I wasn't just someone you found off the streets. "I was always there for you," I whispered.


With the grimace expanding into something more pyschotic, words slipped through his tight lips, "This isn't the end, for me at least."


Falling into the ground as he let up on his grip my eyes slowly reached the back of my sockets filling with the deep red. I had died. My heart laying beside me decaying at rapid speeds..

Though I was still breathing my soul had not been.

I am still alive on the outside, but on the inside...


I am nothing more than a rotting corpse.





revival seems more and more mythical everyday.