Overlooked Passage

You awake from your endless slumber. You look at your hands, they are bright red.

Your color is now red. You arise from your comfortable spot, and stand on the

blank stone tiles. Around you was an array of different stained colors, and

scarred remains of before. Standing firm, your lips start to move...."everyone becomes a victim of reality." Your legs begin to function slowly, but with progress. Where you walk, I cannot comprehend, but you sure can. You are not one of the dead, but you are among them. Each footstep is a melody with a lack of tune. Nothing runs through your mind, why should there? You reach your objective, and you call it your home. You lie back into your eternal slumber once again, but now where you should be. Your color is now....

Original Creation - 7/5/2011