Just Wanting to Be

A dream of a death.

Have you ever felt a death? Imagine. I am asleep.  A sudden noise.  I open my eyes just in time to see a figure over me plunge something cold and steel into my forehead. These are my final moments.

Time is gone.  The PAIN is all.  Thought does not exist.  All that is, is this thing in my face.  I can’t comprehend much.  But I know that I am coming to an end.  There is no time to scream.  Just time for a gentle gasp and sigh at the cold realization that this is it.

I will never smile again.  I will never be the cause of some else’s joy.  I will never be truly loved.  Its getting dark now, I can feel my heart beating erratically as if not quite sure what its owner wanted.

At the end its all clear.  The thing is gone.  Air caresses mortal flesh that it never should have been able to touch.  Tears stream involuntarily down my cheeks.  My fists balled so that nails dig into flesh.  I just wanted to be.

Why?...

Reviews

[mattefox]

I love how morbid this is! It's obvious your piece did a good job because after reading this I felt a bit...empty inside (no exaggeration).

It was fantastic, especially the imagery, and also made me wonder whether this was a real dream of sorts? Or just a very good imagination at work.
Loved it!