And everything else around me began to fade.
I see a blur shade of grey.
Not a sign to see.
Where is the', what has been done to she, she who stands in the pouring rain.
Ice cold drops of wetness upon her face.
Like tears, but faster than a race.
Strikes of light hitting the place.
Loud sounds thundering like war in place.
I'm emotionless for the rest of my days - mimustions
THE TWO PICTURES ARE OF ME.