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.
It is a sheer coincidence ... I was reading something today in the evening which I think is a reply to your write... pardon me if it, in any ways, gives a wrong notion...
ReplyDeleteThis is just my opinion...
(A mall verse from what I read)
A hundred beings like me can turn to dust,
A thousand take my place, who in self, trust.
'Why', he asks, 'do you gaze in my face?'
'You are the light that dominates all space.'
The question to ask is....
O Rich One, will your silk be your shroud?
Or will you wear the earth and leave death to be proud?
By the way I liked the dark side of that write...It is deep and you are very young... (:P)
Oh wow, well, that's one beautiful verse.
DeleteThough, the idea that I had kept in mind while writing this one was that of human sacrifices.
And, thank you! :')