Death's Embrace

It’s cold and dark inside this lonely place.

The sound of drums drowns out my thoughts

As I slowly slip into madness.

My hatred builds as my mind darkens

The light no longer shines through

The haze that covered my once brilliant eyes.

A voice hearkens that snaps me back into reality

“Alex come to me, come to me.”

The drums prevent me from figuring out where

The voice had come.

I stumble through the darkness

The glass cutting into the soft skin of my bare feet.

“Alex come to me, Come to me”

I trip and fall landing hard on the ground

The glass cutting into my face and chest

I struggle to stay conscious as the blood clouds my vision

“Alex come to me, come to me”

As I stand a womanly figure shines before me

And takes me in her arms

And for that instant everything is right

My vision fades and my mind slows

And I finally rest in peace…

Reviews

[Idyllwyld]

More straightforward than what the title implies...I would wonder..

What if someone read this without knowing what the title was?

You know, when reading this I imagine it is what it's like: When a Tibetan Buddhist dies someone reading from the Book of the Dead whispers into their ear, explaining to them that all the wonderful and terrible things they are seeing and experiencing as their mind slips away into oblivion is alright, that it's not real. Stay calm, see through it all, and walk forward.

"There are other worlds than these."

[Anne Stone]

Beautiful. I know exactly how you feel. I love the imagery and the feelings this evoked.

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

Wow, this poem is kinda eerie. But it's very well written. Great work!!!

Heather