game. over.

so, there you are. i saw you coming from here. i heard you think my name out loud. have you finally realised this is the only way? it's you or me now. no-one can do this for us.

and the storm wouldn't go over, and the sun in all it's glory had to bend for this kind of darkness that wasn't made for my eyes to see.

is this just a story? a game of our minds. or is it more. is it the battle we've been programmed for for all our lives? is it a choice that is allready made, or do we have to find a own way in this chaos of taughts?

i'll meet you in the eye of the storm. i'll see you there being torn apart by anything at all, by secrets that were never suppose to be secrets, by screaming of something more than human, or maybe even whispering that is as human as can be.

this was over years ago. only we didn't noticed it just yet. none of us has survived. it's a game that can't be won.
finally we know.