A shadowy hand turns the page
A dark theatre, move across the stage
Teeth like a cone, scrape against the sky
Feelin' alone in room full of life
Stealing a few extra moments and fighting against time

I hated that sound, the tone my voice had portrayed the message I sung to myself with my head slumped on the bar-stand, not wanting to lift a single limb that hung below me, my nose snorting a gust of air to push my mane from my eyes. I could smell the lemons that had left a scent from whatever cleaning agent remained on the wood, the only source of joy left in my life, or second life if I were to be technical about my time, which was utterly wasted on such a mediocre event within the last five hours of my second life.

Pushed on and pushed aside
I've changed my song to match each story, I've changes sides
Can I watch 'em as they fall when they finally try to stand
Redeem myself for everyone I've buried with these hands?

I was once human, ya know? Had a decent life, good friends and family, cafe job that paid well, games and books, the whole set. Yet, my life hasn't been the same, already I miss it all, even the tiny flies that annoyed me day in and day out, how you take every fragment of your life for granted in the face of fate, who had a fun way of playing your life like a tool, an object awaiting the moment its use runs dry or rusted beyond use, yeah, that's me.

I fight and I fight
Just to keep the spark alive
But if there's nothing on the other side
Why can't I leave well enough alone and go to the light?

I peaked my ear up, alongside my lazy, crimson right eye at the window, beyond the strands of my mane that remained, seeing the rain batter the window like it did me not long ago, cracks of thunder rumbled after the flash of gold, the distant striking of lightning to be unseen by me, given my depressed attitude and singing.

I was the 'MARE', yeah, you heard that right, slumped against the bar-stand, my head under locks of black, red, and hazel hair that was ragged and wet from previous encounters. My now white coat a damp mess under what remained of my torn cloak, which too had seen better days given its burn marks, torn holes and jagged ends. All-in-all, my day sucked.

I guess it all started just over a day ago, depends on how time in limbo works, when I had a normal motive of death to call to.

Oh, and I was a guy back then.

This is my story, for better or for worse. I guess sometimes you got to roll the dice.

Just let it die (go to the light)
Just let it die (go to the light)
Just let it die (go to the light)
Just let it die (go to the light)
Just let it die (go to the light)
Just let it die (go to the light)
Just let it die (go to the light)

Author's Note

I've only seen one story like this and I found it funny and nice to read, so I thought I give it a go myself. This series, if I continue would be part of a Book series so I may quit if I ever felt like it. Hope you enjoyed the prologue, and seeya in the next chapter!

Next Chapter: A Gambler's Ace