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The Agony Of Death.
I felt as the blood drained from my body, unto the rocky floors.
I felt the powdered dust that my bones had become, as I felt my failing lungs.
When the chocked sobs escaped my lips, it wasn't pain blocking them.
It was my blood.
And when I called out, my voice died in my head.
I was dying.
Laying beneath the rocks, I was dying.
I felt my life slip away as my heart beat slowed to an agonizing stop.
I saw my life play like a sad movie.
From my birth, to the day I knew pain.
From my pain, to what I believed happiness to be.
From my false happiness, to the moment I realized the truth.
And from my truth, to my long awaited agony.
Then I saw it. That final moment it all ended.
My leap of faith from the cliff top.
Faith in death, to give me a fated relief.
But faith without works is dead.
So maybe, I should have leaped a little higher.
Or maybe, I shouldn't have waited so long.
Because, unlike the legends say, in death there is only pain.
And a maddening darkness.
© Ema(Mae)