End of story ?

[Zantiala]

And then i felt the saddnes.The line stood in front of me, for the taking. Waiting anxiously for me, to make a decision.

I stood down in darkness, and drank the cup of vine to its very end... i felt the taste in my mouth, and i stumbled and watched as it went down trough the very bottom of me.

I knew it would never be again such a chance. I knew that once i decide myself to do this, all, but all is going to end. Forever. And despite the fact that i always tried to see beyond the line i was about the cross, i never really knew what awaited me. I never really knew the Unknown.

Saddnes. It took its toll on me. It pushed me to the end. Slowly it went down trough my soul like a landslide... eating my inner parts, drinking and swallowing the waters, and forests of my soul, darkening the skyes of my heart... and i was unable to stop it. Nobody wanted it to stop. Because nobody cared. And if nobody cared, for whom to contine this worthless struggle? I went on. I felt my days flying away like sand in the desert, while the inner life from me started draining slowly. Memories started sliding down in front of me, like images of a lost world, a strange world wich i could not comprehend, yet. Darkness... images of darkness itself, shrouded with harmonies of colours and feelings, describing years, events, and things wich once happened to me, went on and on in front of my eyes. Tears... just a few drops, to realise how useless i am to this world.

I wanted to cross, this time. But stil, i found no power. I went back into the loneliness, back into the darkness. But this time, it was not the beautifull darkness wich sourounded me just moments ago, shrouding my soul with colorfoul harmonies... it was something strange... it was like when i decided to returned to life, i actually returned to death.