(Picture of Skeleton Half Buried in Mud) (100 WC Week 8 Term 4 2015)
I lay on my last night in a tomb that I lived in and a tomb I will die in. I gazed up at the baron stone covering the roof as I felt the cold dirt below me. The wind blew over my face accompanying my death. I looked at the light streaming through the crypts walls, it became more intense as the minutes went on. Then the light stopped and my corpse lay in an eternal light of silence. My corpse waited undisturbed for days, weeks, mouths, years, decades. My corpse waited for the silence to break, but it never did and it never would.