Heaven's a Lie
The darkness was all encompassing. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe…he was dying…
His eyes slipped shut. It couldn't end like this, not after all that had happened. He didn't want to die like this. He didn't want to leave everything behind. Not now that he was finally happy...
Blood bubbled in his throat, leaking from the corners of his lips, down to the cold wood beneath him. There were voices…people speaking…whether it was to him, he could not tell. There were hands. Warm…but unfeeling. He drew a shuddering breath; one he knew to be his last. He would welcome death now, if only to cease this meaningless existence. The cloaked envoy of eternity would raise his scythe, and he would be free. Free from the pain and suffering…
He heard his heartbeat slow, and waited for darkness to claim him.
He felt his heart stop, but no scythe had fallen.
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He tried to move, but his body wouldn't listen.
He tried to see, but he was blinded.
He tried to cry, but there were no tears to fall.
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He tried to scream, but no one wanted to hear him.