He runs fast through the meadow,
Ever faster,
The colours burst strongly as he runs,
His mind bursts into thoughts of vampiric taste,
Blood flows slowly through the veins,
Stops to take a well deserved breath,
Pale grows the moon,
Faster, Faster,
Rabbit struggling idly through myxomatosis,
Stumbles into view,
"In case i die, i want you to walk a few good miles for me", the rabbit says.
Warmth in his eyes fade to an everlasting cold,
Slower, Slower,
Blood flows faster and smoother,
The dark trees loom closer,
The Sun will be up soon he says,
But he says alot of things.
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Submission Name: .the brain is scattered.
