It might be silly of me writting this words. A child running down the forest with a happy face. The sky is turning black and dead people are appearing in the trees. It´s sad. Can´t she see there´s no more hope? The entire world has failed. I guess she is unique.

The touch of her hand in the face of evil. The deamons turn into angels and the dead ones could feel the blood running in their veins.

She turns to me.

"Wake up, don´t make your own horror movie. You´re not the fucking god but you can be a positive hero."

by Minerbackpain