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''Don't take pity on me.
For I have brought this upon myself.
The intoxicating drugs have started to take effect.
My vision is beginning to get blurry, suicide - no repent.
I can sense him already.
The darkness around me begins to shift.
As the eyes, those crimson eyes through that black cloak draws closer.
Archangel of Death.
Carrier of Souls.
Grim Reaper,
he's here for me.
Because of this death I have caused.
I know where I'm going.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm dead, plain and simple.
And he's here to take me to hell.
Its where I belong,
I suppose.
But do I ever wonder,
did I make the right choice.
Stress....bah.
Is that a good reason to die?
I don't believe it.
Not for a second.
I smirk, seeing death approach closer.
The sound of the scythe scratching against the pavement.
I'm doomed.
I brought on myself.
Heck, I'm dying whether I like it or not.
The smell,
that smell of rotting corpses.
I can smell it for a mile.
I'm going to denial.
I'm not dead.
I'm immortal.
I can't die.
Not happening.
He raises the scythe.
I grimace,
what a horrible sight.
Please, I don't want to die!
I yell.
I yell again, but death has no emotion.
There's one voice I hear.
Too bad, brought upon yourself.
I scream as I become another harvested soul.
Just because of people I work with that are assholes.
Not worth it.
I'm dead,
I'm going to hell.
And there's not a damn thing anybody, not even me - can do about it...''
Annons