Sunday, 5 August 2012
My hour of weakness
It felt like pain was seeping through my soul while a blade meandered
down my body cutting through my skin, the pain terrified me, it was
something that made me shake in fear of my life not knowing what's next.
My body started to beat in way I cannot describe as the blade pierces
my heart ripping my life apart into shreds, and then a sudden flood of
reality came to my mind as the realization of my fear was non-existent.
But then a sudden rush of terror hit the air giving me a smack in the
face when a hot sweat trickled down my face, then a cold chill ran down
my back as I start to hold my breath, my head went under and the water
covered everything, even the dark pit of my soul was drawn in by the sound
of the bubbles floating to the surface of hell which keeps me trapped.
When the adrenalin kicked in just a few seconds felt more like a few
hours of sorrow leaking into the cracks of the earth, my life was over, I
had nothing left to give until you crept into my on-going mind that
drives me crazy. I was dead until you smothered me with something that
was so beautiful, something I could not live without, something that
life itself cannot offer you, something that made me think otherwise. My
lungs were replenished as I made a gasp for air. Guilt and selfishness
follows me every step I take while I cry myself to sleep so the feeling
of contempt slowly fades away into the darkness. The feel of contempt
fades as I watch myself sleep. I am free, free from the moment of
weakness that over rides me in my time of enclosure. I close my eyes
and the pain and fear that once was is no
more… So
I close my eyes and I sleep.
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