At the time of my last pain. I scream, so I can run away. What I see in front of me. Is only the reflection of my insanity. . Throwing me to the present.
Death comes from the unknown. Darkened by its own existence. The end no longer exists when the spirit leaves the body. Phenomenon that mankind would rather forgot.
The sky throws up storms trying to avenge itself. You feel a pain that burns your flesh. Your reflection inside the mirror. Shows a past soiled by the blood of innocents.