Slowly
and gradually, I feel my hot breath become a cloud of steam, a huge monstrous
cloud. I glance down at my boiling skin. Drop by drop; I see my flesh and blood
fall off my bones. In no time, I realize that I’m no more than a heap of melted
flesh and broken, dissolved bones. My floating eyes look up for one last
glimpse of despair as the devil’s lashing tongue laps up my remains for one
last taste of victory. The world around seems to be spinning and twirling in a
malicious manner, combusting from the joy of seeing another slain. With my very
last cry, I wither away as darkness sets in to signal that all hope is lost.
I
am gone and can not return once more.
