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Part 1: Death

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     Why? Why am I like this? I feel so hollow, dead.I pass through the lives of countless men, yet I  am rendered forgotten. I am the man that was once. I am destined to wield no hope, and my shadow, the shadow who brings eternal despair, is my only friend. They talk, to that man around that hidden corner, to me, then vanish, into thin clear, voiceless air. Thought, burned away from that fragile piece of string that binds both man and the world together. The wind breaks me, I dread that I die forgotten, yet hope to die with the face death crushing my very soul. Fear, rushing through mortal veins. The heart beats, rushing my blood, growing stronger, sharper, until it slices my very flesh and gushes out the sweet succulent blood of mine. I bleed, God, starring at my soul. I see fear within his eyes, and I felt as afraid as ever. An aura of wrath and bloodlust emits from his immortal being, and I, too, feel that wrath, that pain, the uncontrollable gush of bloodlust to thy enemy. I saw his eyes, within his own, are mine. I am God, yet I die because of him, because of God, because of myself.
This is Part 1 of my story of my emotions that have dragged me for so long. This is about death and the Questioning of my own self.

I hope to make more and hopefully finish what I started^ ^
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