GraveOfSorrows

6.AM. Loud silence penetrates the dark void of the room. She starts breathing again… Music…the only thing that stopped her from withering away…melting with the darkness that consumes her. She turns up the music…lights a candle and a cigarette. Scars. The pale light of the candle embraces the smoke and everything is painted in blurry shades of red. Regret. Stops breathing for a moment…a few seconds. Rain pouring down the frozen window. Breaths again. Scars… The sweet taste of the cigarette…the cherry smell. The bitter taste of the pictures hanging on the walls…and the sweet memories..blurry but s