DeadNotSleeping5876

 And so we die. One misfortune follows another follows another, and one by one the bodies are strewn across the graveyard like the final scene of a Shakespearean tragedy.  As the curtain falls, I am the only man left standing. It does no good in moments like these to admit to our earthly passions, to repent or to plea or to fall before the cross and beg your Good Lord to guide you through. All one can do is stand... and watch. The whispers outside flutter through the windows as moths drawn to a flame, the rustle of the story in the papers in their hands.  They talk of sin and murder, a hideous body with Dorian's rings, a leather suitc