I lay awake in a small and curved box. I do not yet understand why I am in here,I close my eyes and see nothing but red...and suddenly,a vision appears in my mind. I see grave stones,funerals,and flowers everywhere... I turn to find my name on a head stone... Why?I am not dead...am I?
I close my eyes and hold my head,hoping it is nothing but a mere dream. Awaking from my loss of words I find myself once again back in the box. I don't want to be in here,let me out! I shout and scream...but am not herd. I await my last breath and hope it will go fast. I place my hands on the wooden front and listen as if I am expecting to be taken away. It all becomes clear now,my vains begining to dry. My heart,slowly stopping. My breath,getting softer and softer. And my sight,becoming blurry.
It's all becoming so clear now...I am going into a world in which I am not wanted,and yet I was not wanted in this world either. The only question that remains in my flagrant and tramatized mind is...how did my miserable life end?
Am I that unimportant...whatching my dark red skys fly over me I begin to see that I was never ment to live...or die. I was ment to forever be a fosaken and lost soul,that seeks her revenge. Closing my eyes I hear nothing but silence,and then a strange choking sound,as a tear falls down the side of my eye I take my final breath and sore in a sky of darkness. I will forever seek the reason for this loss...and hope that one day I will be taken into a world in which I will belong...
"The eyes of my soul sleep in a silent slumber...a slumber that I will never awake from..."
sulockakira · Thu May 26, 2005 @ 09:06am · 1 Comments |