Die die die. They die. , and a great stone fireplace with carved gargoyles seated on each side contemplating on this indescribable emotion hidden inside their secret property of unconsciousness. The room had a strong musky odor, the smells of a thousand passionate trysts, mixed with blood and cinnamon. Well if it isn't the famous ZERO , a deep husky female voice calls out from a dark corner of the room. Somebody next door you've never met may be a part of your life, history you get along with intimately.
Die die die.
They die . I feel I am one of them by hoping to die together someday. We go together all the way without having any chance to live or die separately. This is a lie. The possibility of no solitude is also another lie .