From day one things were bad i could feel it
it was like
a mist that obsecure the vision of an engle from it's prey
I was the prey
the engle I hadn't know just yet
He hadn't made himself know amongst my closest
although
there was a smell
like rotted fleash
somthing that resembled the smell of burning bodys
It was that smell that triggered my memory
The memory of my mother
and my sister
how they were takin
by the flames but killed by spells
The recap made me want to puke
I remenber my father and I standing there
me watching the flames enguilf them
their bodys turnign slowly into bits of ash
pebbles of water creasted my cheeks slowly slipping down my face
falling
endlessly into the ground
my last thoughts of them living were
all of us at dinner
just talking