Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

Fear. Pain. Doubts? No, it wasn't. 
Rather, it all looked like a tunnel. Black endless tunnel, absolutely deserted and cold. Deathly cold. And I started to believe in my death. But I was still alive. And it was just a nightmare. 
Some people think, that drugs are funny. Yes, at the first time it is really bright and colourful. But then the fun disappears, it is replaced by loneliness and anguish. I was alone, I was broken, I was, but I wasn't live anymore. Just meat and bones, blood and two extinct eyes. No more. I was absolutely hopeless and useless, like a rubbish on streets. I was scared 'cause my mind was crushed.
Why? I saw the end of the world. I saw the houses collapsing, people were dying, seas and oceans were raging. I stood on the roof of a tall building, and under my feet fucking stars exploded. Thousands of flashes and glare reflected in the puddles of blood, and I silently watched it. I could not help. It looked like fireworks, but deadly fireworks. And the people below continued to perish. 
But then it was ending. End of the endless. It is ironic, isn't it? I still remember this night. My own deadly night. My own nightmare.