The sound of the ticking clock rang through my head over and over as darkness fell upon me. Surrounded by the shadows of destiny, I huddled in the corner in fear of my fate. Letting my heart out, like it was a match to a flame, was the worst thing I've possibly did. You empityed out your soul to me, and I felt like I'd belonged. Rather I stook out like a blazing rose on a thorn bush. You made me feel like I was a somebody. Rather I was a nobody. Then why did you leave me here looking for that last piece of closure? I don't know. But I do know, as I huddle in this corner, that your kiss poisened me with the fear of my fate.
