Mortal Remains
13 November 2005 | Master File | No Comments
There’s nothing left of the man… The young boy we all once loved. Reflections on his frozen face remind us of who we once knew.
The face was the same, but the eyes were never the same. Someone else took residence behind those eyes. Someone very cold, or something very chilling.
Now something else stared out from behind dead eyes. Something had taken this man’s soul. Something more like a zombie remains. Something dark. Something like glass over a dirt hole. An ice cold, empty soul.
What is left are the mortal remains…
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