Death approaches. I feel him following me. The only hope in which I
still possess. He stalks me still. He remains skimming in and out of my
view as a shadow under the ever changing sun. He is there. He has been
there. Not for one night in the last three years have I not seen him. Even
in the Grand city of New York can I not escape him. That is what I
attempted when coming here.
Death approaches silently. Why has he not done his job yet? I am not dead. But I am no longer alive. I died with my family today. In this very street. Slaughtered. I am dead. Surely I am. Maybe that is why I have been followed by the wraith who has been pursuing me relentlessly. Why is he still coming for me? Will he drag me into the bottom of hell now? I deserve to die. I have no reason to live any longer. Do not torment me any more! Give me peace! I want to die! My family is gone! There he is now. I can see him there. So very close yet still absolutely untouchable. Does no one else see this devil? This being planning to tear me away from all I ever had. I will wait no longer. I am going insane. Tearing my hair out. I can stand this no longer! Take me now! Stop fooling with my head, damn it. I need to stop this pain! I will not let you follow me any longer. Ready or not here I come.
I begin to stride towards the man in the interminably long black trench coat. I bet you are smirking while you watch me, aren't you? I would not know for I can not see your face. You are like a beacon of evil a dark deadly flare of night in the afternoon sun. I can always feel your presence. Now I will be yours. You can have me. I wish to live no longer! I am almost there but I do not shudder at the prospect of my fate. Anything will be better than this. The dark faced man looked up suddenly his eyes giving off a preternaturally reddish gleam. I can not even see your eyes, stranger. I can see nothing of your face even in the sunlight. Your mass of black tousled hair looms over your face like a monk's cowl. You are the stoic figure of death present to award me with eternal sleep. I am a few feet from you now. Give me what I want.
I stop suddenly as you stir from your solid statue like position. You take three long strides and quickly devour the distance between us. My eyes are filling with the inevitable tears of fear of the unknown. The fear has me in it's grasp now but it is not enough to over whelm my anguish and change my heart. I steadily gaze up into your eyes which I can still see engulfed in the deep pits of sallow skin.
I give up. "I am ready for you, now. Take me and end my life. I want it no further. Kill me and end it! I beg you. Do your deed and vanquish my grief. Now stranger!"
Your forehead furrows up in confusion and then as if emotion was forbidden your face becomes foreign again as if never again to show emotion. You study my face impassively searching for something that I would never be able to grasp. I fall to my knees. "I need to die. End my life I beg you. Life has nothing left to offer me." What hard eyes you have. Like stone. You certainly are the devil himself, aren't you? Who else could be so terribly frigid? I bow my head forward. My ragged hair framing my haggard face shrouding my emotions by covering my face. I shield it with my hands rocking back and forth. This tormented soul of mine is beginning to reconsider my choices all too late. No paths are open to me now. Why do I doubt this now? Do I really want to die? I could have survived. I could have regrouped. But I sought death. Now it is drawing to a close. I sob in anguish for truly I do not want to lose my fireflies and lemonade. This is my last sunset. Oblivion is my last option.
You reach down and pull me up. I sob on your shoulder. So ironic it is to cry in fear at the shoulder of a death that had been so desperately sought. So very ironic, isn't it?
Where are we going? I dare not ask. I truly fear you. There is no saving me now. I walk to my final destination. Your arm is around me as if we were lovers. I would follow you anywhere. I will be content.
Death approaches silently. Why has he not done his job yet? I am not dead. But I am no longer alive. I died with my family today. In this very street. Slaughtered. I am dead. Surely I am. Maybe that is why I have been followed by the wraith who has been pursuing me relentlessly. Why is he still coming for me? Will he drag me into the bottom of hell now? I deserve to die. I have no reason to live any longer. Do not torment me any more! Give me peace! I want to die! My family is gone! There he is now. I can see him there. So very close yet still absolutely untouchable. Does no one else see this devil? This being planning to tear me away from all I ever had. I will wait no longer. I am going insane. Tearing my hair out. I can stand this no longer! Take me now! Stop fooling with my head, damn it. I need to stop this pain! I will not let you follow me any longer. Ready or not here I come.
I begin to stride towards the man in the interminably long black trench coat. I bet you are smirking while you watch me, aren't you? I would not know for I can not see your face. You are like a beacon of evil a dark deadly flare of night in the afternoon sun. I can always feel your presence. Now I will be yours. You can have me. I wish to live no longer! I am almost there but I do not shudder at the prospect of my fate. Anything will be better than this. The dark faced man looked up suddenly his eyes giving off a preternaturally reddish gleam. I can not even see your eyes, stranger. I can see nothing of your face even in the sunlight. Your mass of black tousled hair looms over your face like a monk's cowl. You are the stoic figure of death present to award me with eternal sleep. I am a few feet from you now. Give me what I want.
I stop suddenly as you stir from your solid statue like position. You take three long strides and quickly devour the distance between us. My eyes are filling with the inevitable tears of fear of the unknown. The fear has me in it's grasp now but it is not enough to over whelm my anguish and change my heart. I steadily gaze up into your eyes which I can still see engulfed in the deep pits of sallow skin.
I give up. "I am ready for you, now. Take me and end my life. I want it no further. Kill me and end it! I beg you. Do your deed and vanquish my grief. Now stranger!"
Your forehead furrows up in confusion and then as if emotion was forbidden your face becomes foreign again as if never again to show emotion. You study my face impassively searching for something that I would never be able to grasp. I fall to my knees. "I need to die. End my life I beg you. Life has nothing left to offer me." What hard eyes you have. Like stone. You certainly are the devil himself, aren't you? Who else could be so terribly frigid? I bow my head forward. My ragged hair framing my haggard face shrouding my emotions by covering my face. I shield it with my hands rocking back and forth. This tormented soul of mine is beginning to reconsider my choices all too late. No paths are open to me now. Why do I doubt this now? Do I really want to die? I could have survived. I could have regrouped. But I sought death. Now it is drawing to a close. I sob in anguish for truly I do not want to lose my fireflies and lemonade. This is my last sunset. Oblivion is my last option.
You reach down and pull me up. I sob on your shoulder. So ironic it is to cry in fear at the shoulder of a death that had been so desperately sought. So very ironic, isn't it?
Where are we going? I dare not ask. I truly fear you. There is no saving me now. I walk to my final destination. Your arm is around me as if we were lovers. I would follow you anywhere. I will be content.