A door slams; separating day from night. Anger lines expressed amidst the discoloration of flesh, the swollen heat intensifying with each breath. Short as they are, I want to scream bloody fucking murder!!!
The bones are still intact, but my fingers refuse to straighten. The cold stings my skin, all moisture has frozen over. I can't go back, not now…not ever! If my death is to be a cause of the weather, I will be sure to state otherwise.
Miles from safety…my egress is a journey deeper than the depths of Hell. The path is familiar, but I stumble in all of the same places. Death is everywhere on nights such as this…in the woods, in the sky, in my mind….
I hear the street to my right, and I need to lie down. Forty five minutes and not one damn car! So much for sleep…
No choice but to traverse, I've already risked running into the light…(which ultimately leads to the darkest plight.) I am surrounded by wounds…looking back, I have left no tracks…nothing but the scabs, haunted by my past, and the stabs from indignity.
I was the boy who cried wolf to my family, only I had the scars to show that I was being [b]eaten. To me, he was "The Nothing"…Icy callous stares within' every shadow. The light kept me visible, and I was done being a target.
So I crossed the point of no return. Surrendering my conscious thought, and everything I once was taught. The entry to the cemetery remained unlocked, and calm befell my pounding skull. For now I am safe…within' the gates of the dead…in Heaven's refuge and away from Hell.
It may seem unreal, from day to day, but the company never complained. I found my egress above worm-ridden flesh, but I know they prayed…from their keep, six feet deep…
…For serenity…
I know they prayed…
…for me…to sleep…
…so I laid by a grave,
(Freshly made)
my head by the slate…
…and just prayed…
…and we prayed…
my head between my knees...
…and we prayed…
(Rocking...)
…and we prayed…
frozen tears to my face...
…and we prayed…
…and we prayed…
...and I prayed....
By: Jay Bird
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