False Hopes

My life is shrouded in eternal night and the cold touch of an ever-present darkness rouses me from my slumber to face the inevitable labyrinth of worries that is a package deal with every day.

Void of any sensation, except the fatigue of wandering aimlessly towards an unknown target, I feel a violent spasm of ice encompassing my body. A delirium, brought on by the chilly breath of death, greets me as it envelopes every fiber of my being.

I fear and struggle but, helplessly, I realize that no fight will ever save me from being dragged down into this new living death I have earned…

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About Mauro Metallo

A Writer and Photographer equally at home in Italy and in Canada.

One response to “False Hopes”

  1. The Lazy Photographer says :

    Oh I really like this shot, Mauro. Nice work.

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