I feel it eating away at me from within. My own soul terrs away at my face. Terring from without to get at that which is within. All I want is to scream in the bloody rain of my tears. I feel the encroaching presence of death. I both accept it and reject it, causing more pain. The sadness is the first to reach me. It stands behind me, ready to push me over the edge of the cliff that is all that I have locked away. I fall through the air and feel its warm breeze against my face. It is accompanied by the stench of rot and decay. I enter a suffocating cloud of mist as I fall deeper into my own demise. I feel my flesh burn as I descend out of the cloud. I see the canyon below and all its baroness. Filled only with what I have created; despair, unhappiness, loneliness, grief, anxiety, emptiness. I turn to see my reflection in a shiny, ice covered cliff face and see the now faceless being that I am. I try to puke as I feel my soul begin to terr into my neck and rip out my thought. I continue to look at the ground as it slowly approaches. I think to myself, "not much longer now." as my soul rips my cloths to shreds and begins to strip me of my flesh. It rips away at my muscle and starts to feast on my innards, then spits them back out into me. The ground suddenly approaches and I see nothing but black...
...I feel a painfully chilling breeze. I open my eye and see myself laying in snow and grass. I am once again forced to experience the torment of living.
 Mr.Huggles · Mon Jun 18, 2007 @ 05:30pm · 1 Comments |
