Dominant

My blood paralyzes, the vitality of the air is gone, a dense fog crushes my senses. I am no longer at the foot of the hill, I have already fallen before him: a predator. Which doesn't do good.

Who cares knowing in defeat when sanity is gone?

Soon, the ashes fly and the insects flutter on me. A bit of subtlety that I wouldn't employ exists.

The emotion is already a mixture, the pernicious is an illicit substance that I hope will lead me to an overdose. The flame devours me. I no longer