20 October 2012
(One I did a while ago:) )
I feel Death slip over me, silently creeping by me. It rests its hand on my shoulder leaving me cold.
I look in to it's eyes and see a yearning chasm full of my darkest emotions and deepest regrets. I feel no pain only numbness, I see no light only darkness, i hear no sound except my numbered breaths.
I think of all the people and things I will be leaving behind, feeling afraid to take my final steps, but Deaths gentle hand helps me on. With each careful step I feel my mind letting go of its mortal burdens, becoming clearer. soon I rush forward to the freedom that awaits for me with open arms.
©minxyMolly
Steps... • Opuss № I