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this was a dream i had, i am not depressed or suicidal there is no reason to worry about me. i'm just posting my dream because i thought it was very artistic.
(note: i don't smoke either)




Shadows

the ember at the end of a cigarette illuminates him in orange red light

a raised hood throws a shadow over the eyes

'shhhhhhHT CHT THC' a cartage is loaded into a 9mm pistol

and a bullet loaded into the chamber

a hazy turquoise light crawls beneath the door that he has his back to

his left hand slowly grips a cold knob as to not make a sound

the door is flung open and he disappears into a mass of turquoise light

'BANG'

'BANG'

'BANG'

'BANG'

'BANG'

'BANG'

'BANG'

'BANG'

'BANG'

'BANG'

'BANG'

'BANG'

'BANG'

'BANG'

'BANG'

he releases a loud sigh

'FUMCLK' he collapses against a cement wall

crimson blood turns to black in the pale turquoise light

the pools of black creep up on him

"just one left"

he raises the gun to the last one alive in the room

he lets out a breath made of smoke

with the gun to his own temple silence ensues

only to be disturbed

'CLICK'

the 9mm pistol clatters on the blood covered tile

his cigarette sizzles as it releases an aroma of burnt iron

he falls over

covered in blood...

silence returns

but the blood is not his own

"why... was there never a 16th bullet?"