Fallen From GraceThe torn skyline painted a beautiful scene on the night of my demise. It was just after sunset, the colors of pink and orange still lingered in throughout the gaps in between clouds after the blood red sun had set. And as I walked home through the dark and the nighttime air the smell of rain from an approaching storm and smoke filled my lungs. The wind blew only a quite and gentle breeze that brushed at my cheeks cool and swiftly. It then that I saw it.A dark, lonely figure in the distance, it was a man. A silhouette. He was tall, skinny and dressed darkly. Seemingly enough he looked lost in his thoughts, like he was tormented by something
yeah, loving this april fools joke. lolol