Broken feathers easing down my spine. I’m struggling, this mountain is too steep to climb. How did I end up paying for your crimes. I close my eyes and remember the sounds of the Chimes. The bells from the temples; the series of events that took place eleven hours before this dread. I’m half dead and you look nothing like you said. I’m scared, alone and cold. My Hope’s are starting to fold. I remember what the demons had told me, we eat you up because you allow us to. You looked nothing less than one of those demons. So I sparked up my last joule of energy. This was the chance, to make my grim escape. By the end of that night, I walked over you. You seemed a bit colder than usual….
Purple Empaths 