the begginings of a story im writing, id like to see comments and opinions
As he sits in that grey dark cold room, shivering and panting, he looks around for signs to be seen, heard, or even just a glimpse of time himself on the floor; the floor, harder than rock and colder than ice more blue than his parched lips nearly lifeless without warmth. The cold chill of the blue brisk air sucking the red energy from his skin to his bones. He could not think or feel, just mindless thoughts prancing around in his head. His head, he almost forgot about the chains; hands feet neck all chained to steel colder than the void of which he dwells.