The sunshine coming through my room represented life as a burning desire for happiness. No matter what I did to reach that light in my life, I got burned making me fall back down in the dark hole of this agony. The gas that controlled the sun poisoned every last inch of my brain.
When I got up from bed to get dressed I saw a figure; it was dark with fire lighting up his cloak it was a skull with no eyes or skin. When I looked into where his eyes had to be it was a never ending hole of joy. His eyes looked into my soul they whispered every detail of the so called happiness, but his lips yelled out screeching noises making me want to fall into his empty heart. Yet somehow I permitted myself to be locked away in his mouth forever as he searched for his next victim.
Suddenly my mother walks in to make sure I was feeling better than before but she found me on the floor as my eyes cried blood and the pupils disappeared. My lips began to get purple from the bitterness of life, they began to dry like a raisin in the sun, and slowly began to whisper "set me free". My mom called the ambulance, as they rushed me to the doctor but it was to late, that precious skull made me due something I started to regret.
Was it to late or could I survive this crime to God? The one where I pursued that burning desire of happiness and life? .
