Ramius
25th February 2005, 17:38
I look into the shadows looking for something, only blackness stares back at me. This blackness belongs to my soul. This blackness is my soul. It is there to consume me, to take me back to its home, where I will lose the battle with eternity.
While staring at the shadows, lying there waiting for the last few breaths to exhale from my body, the crimson rivers flowed all around me. This was it, breathing was becoming long and drawn out. Moving my head over, I was ready to now accept my fate. Who would have thought that 1 week earlier I would end up here? In a darkened room, alone, no one around, is this true loneliness? A week ago I had a wife, a child, a family. That was all taken away in one action that would change ones life forever. The person who had done that was now dead, that death was bittersweet. Seeing his life drain from his face did not bring satisfaction. It brought a sense of emptiness. This is the person who took the lives of those I cared about. As he hung there I could not help but pity him for the coward he was.
It was a monumental struggle. One of epic proportions, and for a while there, with the blows going back and forth, I thought, even for a second that I was going to die. I never expected that it would be like this though. When will my corpse be found, in a matter of hours, when the blood has started pooling to the parts of my carcass touching the ground? Or would it be several days, where the body’s gasses have bloated it to almost exploding point. With the extreme stench of decay touching every part of this room without showing any prejudice.
I close my eyes now; I can see images of my family. Not how I saw them when I found them, but how they were before, when there was happiness, when there was love. I can recall how the touch of my wife felt, how her eyes fluttered in that discerning way. It was to be no more.
I exhale, and I am gone…
While staring at the shadows, lying there waiting for the last few breaths to exhale from my body, the crimson rivers flowed all around me. This was it, breathing was becoming long and drawn out. Moving my head over, I was ready to now accept my fate. Who would have thought that 1 week earlier I would end up here? In a darkened room, alone, no one around, is this true loneliness? A week ago I had a wife, a child, a family. That was all taken away in one action that would change ones life forever. The person who had done that was now dead, that death was bittersweet. Seeing his life drain from his face did not bring satisfaction. It brought a sense of emptiness. This is the person who took the lives of those I cared about. As he hung there I could not help but pity him for the coward he was.
It was a monumental struggle. One of epic proportions, and for a while there, with the blows going back and forth, I thought, even for a second that I was going to die. I never expected that it would be like this though. When will my corpse be found, in a matter of hours, when the blood has started pooling to the parts of my carcass touching the ground? Or would it be several days, where the body’s gasses have bloated it to almost exploding point. With the extreme stench of decay touching every part of this room without showing any prejudice.
I close my eyes now; I can see images of my family. Not how I saw them when I found them, but how they were before, when there was happiness, when there was love. I can recall how the touch of my wife felt, how her eyes fluttered in that discerning way. It was to be no more.
I exhale, and I am gone…