The Black Death

Part I of Essay
I feel empty. I feel darkness pass inside me and through me devouring me into pure emptiness. I feel my walls cracking. I feel my suds rot and my inner structure collapse in upon itself to relieve my suffering. I wish this upon myself I no longer want to exist. I am a hou ....

Part II of Essay
.... then I heard his screams as the plague ate his body alive. I can still remember the scratching on my walls as he struggled with the pain of this great sickness. No matter how hard I tried to be the great shelter I once was. No matter how tight I shut my windows and doors. No matter how I wished them not to leave the house. I could not keep the plague out. I remember when it all started her in London. The whole family was out when I first heard about this killer. I was anxiously waiting there return when the man from the house that sat next ....