Birth...or Death

Dont ask me, these things just pop in my head sometimes.

Like a shroud

The mist envelops me.

An embrace, but not from a lover

A cold embrace like death.

 

Is this the way I go

Is this the end

 

Knives pierce my skin.

The pain is vast.

My fingers trace the wound,

My blood, my life, trickles between them.

 

My vision lapses,

Darkness takes me,

One last heartbeat,

One last breath.

 

My eyes flutter open

The darkness remains.

Not the darkness of night,

Or the lack of vision.

The darkness remains,

In my soul.

 

The darkness remains. 

Reviews

[EileenMarie]

Wow! Very powerful and very familiar. Great write!