Dawn-Prime

I'm week and defenseless left abandon from my comrades as you laugh and smirk before me, I envy the past of what could have been and despise the present as it is, as you gaze through my eyes from final moments of existence I surprise you with a site of what could have been. you sit there paralyzed forced to watch are twisted fate as the flow of time stops around us, your confused, blinded by the séance of the past set in motion to changed everything you know about are distend paths.