A shadow of Gulls
" Death must be so beautiful.To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head and listen to silence . To have no yesterday and no tomorrow. To forget time, forgive life, to be at peace ". This was told by Oscar Wilde and when I had first read it ,I almost fantasized with death! I felt even death can be synonymous with peace and beauty. But .............................................. ............................................................................................................ My last few moments was no where the way I hoped it would be or any close to what I had read , for firstly, death did not choose me ..... it was forced upon me. I was killed. After the last jab into my heart and a skull ripping blow on my head I lay there counting time left to live and not forgetting it . I wasn't lying in the soft brown earth but in a pool of my own blood and above me there wasn't any grass waving but the evi...