Crimson embers, flowing through
Orange ray of consolation;
You stand there watching,
As the others come to and fro from their
Reprieve
Faces, staring under a bed of
Heat, lay beside you,
Tangled together as the foliage
Does in autumn; and you,
Seeing as they enclose you;
Dissolve into the darkness
Underneath
Eyes closed, falling as
You clasp your arms to your
Chest; you feel arms
Slither around your body and
Entwine their fingers
Around your neck
Breathing becomes fragile
And weak; and as
You begin to open
Your eyes, the hands
Slide over them
And squeezing into your flesh,
Around your body, you
Feel the hands cut,
And,
The blood falls, sliding
Down from you face;
Your stomach, and your
Arms
You shake, fear exuding
Into you; the hands dive
Deeper into your flesh,
Making your pain, much
More than a tangible thing
You're afraid; pretending
Has now become less
Than visible
Your heart now becomes weak;
Crimson tears fall
And the hands, that once
Surrounded you now leave
And lay you down upon
An earthy surface
Death relieved you
From the pain; and life
Kept you aching, only with
A beating heart
Your skin is pale, and your
Body, recognized now only
As a hollow shell, is
Lifeless;
Black clouds consume you
And you drown in your
Demise
You fade now, into the
Nothingness that has
Become your life;
And as you fall,
You
Hear
Whispers
You leap from you bed,
Palms sweaty; body shaking
It was only a dream
I believe
Okay, is a dream that Botan had.