Away from Home
Dusk. The land is barren and rocky.
A man stands in the middle of a clear area. At his feet lies another with a knife sticking out of his throat and blood pooled around him. He is dead.
The one standing stares off into the distance, a blade sticks from his ribs, blood is running down. The light of life is almost gone from his eyes, he will fall soon.
On his right cheek is a single teardrop.
His staring eyes see an image of a woman as in a dream, her eyes full of love, sadness, and hope.
On her right cheek is a single teardrop.
A man stands in the middle of a clear area. At his feet lies another with a knife sticking out of his throat and blood pooled around him. He is dead.
The one standing stares off into the distance, a blade sticks from his ribs, blood is running down. The light of life is almost gone from his eyes, he will fall soon.
On his right cheek is a single teardrop.
His staring eyes see an image of a woman as in a dream, her eyes full of love, sadness, and hope.
On her right cheek is a single teardrop.
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Posted by RevrendZ - 4/13/2005 02:57:00 AM
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