It was nice knowing you. To hear the rustle of the trees, the faint whistle of the morning breeze. Or the beat of the cooling gale, howling in the stinging rain. The mottled clouds of blue and grey, swirling lazily, meandering like a twisting dragon across a darkened sky.
The kiss of Life is torn away; like a piece of tattered cloth it floats. The air I breathe is sweet no longer; the fires of sulphur fill my nostrils. Thy blessed water flows no more; blood pours, from every orifice, a red river of death and decay that laps against its banks. Souls cry, they weep. I hear the violins, the sounds streaking swiftly, the music playing quickly. Hate is in me; welling up in me. It comes, surging through my veins, embracing me. I am lost, in this land of shadow, in this rife world of darkness. The chalky evil kisses me; Hate in my blood, its love for me spreading. Like a blackened vine it entwines my soul, wrapping its honey-dipped thorns around me. It poisons my body, yet it clears my mind; and like a fleeting nightmare it is gone, to the nether winds it disappears. . .
11 days.
Now listening to: "Clockwatching" Jason Mraz
