Was there, done that. And now, the dead and dying tissues of earthly existence are setting in. I struggle to gasp a mortals breath, moment to moment. From a sultry witches mouth did a silver ring go onto my virgin finger, so very very long ago. Decades have now passed with that link, yet unbroken, growing ever stronger. Cold darkness envelopes and welcomes me, as an old friend. The pains of dying, grows ever stronger. Still, I can manage to smile, even now...
How's that for dark prose Stephen King? Said the sad man from his bed in a local care facility...
How's that for dark prose Stephen King? Said the sad man from his bed in a local care facility...
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