Dying

The suffering, the sorrow, why does it always torture me?

It is hell every single day of my never ending life having to go through such excruciating pain.

I feel the claws, they grind abysmally into my body leaving behind gaping, lacerations, elongated down every inch of my skin.

I hear the sounds, that abhorrent, lurid, shrieking. piercing my ears.

The perpetual ringing in my head.

Wandering about, trying to find my way through the crepuscule nightfall.

Hands outstretched reaching for anything that can aid in my escape.

Eerie, claws penetrate the surface grabbing me and pulling me down.

I now lay in the frigid, hiemal snow, ensanguined with my crimson blood.

Breathing is now a depthless sigh as the blood continuously drains from the slices in my skin.

I go to take my last hollow breath as I am pulled under the surface, never to be seen again.

Consumed into what is now the start of my ceaseless hell.

Reviews

[Kim S.]

profound piece here, enjoyed this

[A. Amos]

Deep, profound and you my friend are blessed with an amazing talent...looking forward to read more of your work...