Lying there together while leaves fluthered around their
ugly bodies. Scratching their faces and leaving dark
traces on their faces. The ground dirty of the rains
short passed and insects crawling up their naked legs.
Looking into each others soul with nothing of joy 
appearing on their faces. Words silently thought but
filling their hart with such pain that even the coldness
of the leaves and the chillness of the wind biting at 
their hands clasped in the mud was not noticed by those
two creatures. Their pain showing by the shaking

of their smothered bodies. Laughter could be heard from
a prison nearby, the city. Which they had long escaped
just to find even more horror in the labyrinths of their
minds. A rock fell on the first of the creatures, freeing
his blood unto his face and showing two both men that
everything wanted free of them. The rock fell behind him
but his pain was ahead. Standing straight he fell back
near the rock. His only friend. He touched it, kissed it.
He held it in his hands and put it to his hart, but no 
more life could be given to their friendship. He had lost
his hart, he had forgotten it somewhere, he didn't really 
care. He looked his friend straight in the face and threw 
the rock in the air and again it fell back on him. Taking 
his blood to survive. He looked down and saw the grave 
the rock/he had dug. Silently he took silent stone in his hands 
again kissing it one more time, trying to smile to it but 
only his breath made it that far. He lowered his arms and 
saw the other man stirr. 
The blood flowed over his body, for the rock needed it 
nomore. It slid to his arms and legs. He crawled to the 
grave and looked up. His head fell down but his was the 
picture of the dark forest. The rest of the corpse tried 
to make it to the grave but it needed just a little 
more blood. 
The other man ran away and shouted , his breath, 
he would give, next year...!