Light. That's what I saw. It broke the darkness, the sadness and the pain. Light. It's what I saw every time.
When I'm there and she's there. I try to speak to her. I don't know why. Maybe she means something, or maybe I just pity her. But every time she looks, there is no face...no eyes...no nothing....just light.
The light doesn't hurt. The light doesn't send me to a place... the light, it just is. The light is what manages to wake me from my dreams........every time she kills me.