111. by niewidziane on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

I have made a dream a long long time ago, but still young to my eyes. I was there in the streets of my city, the only city that I know of. Different it was however, full of the fog and darks, the air humid and heavy . Sounds of walk, scarce, and these shadows, long and thin, showed me that I'm not alone. But the citizen where frail and all on the skin with wicked empty faces, white of fears. And a hand, a cold stretch skeletal foul hand, gifted me with a delicate withered roses. I have made a dream a long long time ago, but still young to my eyes.