It ends before it even starts, they asked you where did you go. But the request was nothing but foolishness. No questions for the grouping, a box car on the track ended with your scars in the training room. Rooms full of books, had no answers to the riddles within your mind. A road map is pointless, it harms your journey without a single tear. Those people ran from the tyrant in the midway, he mocked as the pursuit happened without a care in the world. You hadn’t even felt it before, the dreadful walk up the steel cold stairway. It was painfully obvious who was to blame here, those narrow corridors were spacious yet never blissful enough to cause a measure of panic.
Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger
Follow On Twitter
Purchase My Book