death comes from behindA Poem by joshua deathdealer05/2012
Standing up, I try to walk away from the chilling
and penetrating breath that runs down the back of my neck. Trying to walk away from this grim feeling in my throat as death treads behind me like a vortex. Sucking at my essence. The unified screaming that sounds next is like a terrified choir as death pulls at me with his might and hate. I can feel the strings of my soul being unraveled back into the darkness. My focus attempt's to fight off this unbelievable and seemingly a vision. All the while I'm being yanked deeper and deeper into a infernal pit. My skin burns deeper than the sun has ever touched. In fear my heart pounds with understanding. Death has come to take his mocker. Come to show me that even I cannot evade him. Brightness materializes in front of me and pulls me out of death's grasp. "HE IS MINE" the light says in the loudest, most melodic voice I've ever heard. "Why? He embraces me." death snarls. "HE IS PAID FOR. ITS YOUR PRESSURES. YOU HAVE YOUR WAYS." The horrific choir screams and just as quickly as death and his host had appeared. They vanish. Collapsing my soul rises towards the light. Nail scarred hands cover me and holds my spirit lightly. I'm filled with knowledge and a desire to stay. "YOU MUST GO BACK. YOU MUST TELL THE WORLD."
© 2012 joshua deathdealerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorjoshua deathdealerCasket City, FLAbout"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..Writing
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