Walking down the halls of an empty,big house.
How much time had passed from last time you exited your room?
200 years?Maybe more
The only smell was a stench,coming from the dead corpses of your cats.
"Nyeh.."You said
Death no longer surprises you, in your life you saw every single one of your family members pass away
Your mother,your father,your brothers,
Your sisters,your nephews and nieces
Meanwhile, you'd still be nineteen and living
Your very own body was a cage
a cage you couldn't escape even if you tried
And all of your memories, meaningless.
An hollow shell.That's what you were
You knew that all too well;
"What's the point of living?"
You ask yourself,again and again
But to no avail.
And i find it funny that,
Everybody wants an eternal life,
Yet, you, the very one who had it, hated it.
Keeping repeating to yourself and others,
"Not all that glitters is gold."
