another warning for spoilers, even when i made it all up. you will never know if your thinking is right and I'm good at guessing what will happen. and yeah, I just had to use GSR and Yo!bling in the previous chapter, my heart is all about romance

Eyes that are shut
A child goes insane
There is no blood
There is no pain

Running through hills
And through the wood
The silence, it kills
And it will sooth

How different it feels
How different it sounds
Nine months it steals
On just empty grounds

Then you are born
Hearing your heart
A memory storm
Life isn't the start

Warrick ran. There was a tornado that destroyed everything and it was coming for him. He didn't knew why he was thinking that, he just was. Eventually the tornado grabbed him and he was sucked into a dark room. There were no windows, just a light that seemed to come from nothing. It was just bright enough to look around a little. He did that, but there was nothing to see, so he started thinking what had happened to him.

He had stepped through the portal. There were flowers everywhere. He was standing in grass. Left of him were the woods and the hills. At the right there were mountains, higher then the sky. There was water falling of them. He walked around and suddenly felt tired. He fell asleep. A week later he felt different. He walked to the water and saw his reflection. He was younger. It looked like he was seven years younger and he didn't knew why. He started to look into the water every day, and he looked a year younger when he did so. After two weeks he just thought it was a way to help him and he didn't care anymore. He walked through the woods and through the hills and enjoyed the time he had left. But it changed the day he would be nine. He woke up freaking out, but not knowing why. He walked around again, but it didn't helped. the silence was killing, but helping at the same time. And then the tornado came.

He drifted out of his thoughts. He was younger again, he could feel it. He felt like he was five and somehow he knew four months had passed. He started to calculate and discovered he lost one year in a month. And he had been nine years old. He was going to be born again.

Five months later the happy parents were in the hospital. Their friends were standing around them. When they all got away the parents thought about a name for their little boy. They knew that one name needed to be a part of it, but they didn't thought about another name yet. Then they came up with one, it was perfect. It was the name of one of their friends who died a little more then a year ago. A few minutes later it was all settled and they told their friends the name of their son.

James Warrick Grissom

I named these poems life and death. only I don't know myself which on is life and which on is death. Maybe you can tell