"Love is a burning thing
and it makes a firery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire..."
Pain.. Endless pain.. An overwhelming taste of sticky iron in my mouth, clinging to my tongue. A primal growl erupted from my lips, I glanced around. There was blood. Blood was everywhere. I glanced at my hands and a slight scream caught itself in my throat. My hands were a ghoulish grey... The parts that weren't covered in human blood and flesh that is.. I tried to fling my hands to rid myself of the human bits, but my muscles weren't responding. I snarled in frustration. A few beats to a song I hadn't heard in years made my head snap up in surprise.
"I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire"
When i registered what had made the sudden noise, I glanced back at the bodies. The humans. The humans that I had killed.. That I had eaten.. I kicked the mauled bodies away in disgust, trying my best to not stare at them. I did this. I knew I did. I curled up in a ball in the corner of the room and just listened to the music. Trying to deny that I had murdered two human beings. Someone's grandmother and grandfather. I had taken away any hope of being together again. I was a monster. The music caught my attention again, calming my rampant thoughts, It seemed to be the only thing keeping me sane in this crazy situation. I was damned, I was a murderer, a cannibal, a corpse.
"The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our's meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild.."
I let the sound of Johnny Cash's voice smooth me, music always had a way of bringing me back to life. Through the depression, the anger. Through everything. I tried to sing along, but all that would come out were slightly in tune snarls. If I could cry, I would. I didn't want this. I never wanted this. If only I hadn't been so damn stupid..
"I fell in to a burning ring of fire..."
A sense of panic over came me as the song began to come to an end. I jumped up as fast as a dead person could, I found the record player behind the chair where the old man that I had killed was resting. I slammed my hands on it repeatedly, sheer fear making me forget how they worked, the record began to skip.
"Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. F-fiiiiire..."
The music player played a few more notes before burning up and leaving nothing but a cloud of smoke and a useless record. As the music began to fade from the air, as I could no longer hear the beats, my sight began to fade, leaving me with nothing... But.. Blackness...