I see death in its eyes
Slowly creeping along the outline of his iris
Seeping in and tinging the yellow-white with mellow pink
I see death
Calm and calculated
He does not stir
Leaving me to find myself through the rapidly darkening redness
My steps are miscalculated unlike his nature
I can’t see anymore
But I can feel him
I feel death
I feel his spindly arms grabbing fistful of emptiness behind me
I can smell him
I can hear his short gasps and intakes of breath
Is it breath?
It may be life in another form
That’s a different story
He’s reaching out for me
Is this a parley?
I can see him now
Acrid blackness against a sheet of reddening wine
The blackness seems to blend into the red
But my eyes trace his blackness of no form out
I can taste him by now
The bitter smoke endlessly and invisibly wrapping its loving hands around me
I’m suffocating
The carbon soaked emptiness stealing my breath
I’m in love!
I saw death
I felt death
I smelt death
I heard death
I saw Him
I felt Him
I smelt Him
I heard Him
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.
.
.
Nothing!
Then there was nothing!
Soon his own darkness unfurled
Swallowing him whole
Then I heard voices from my world
…my world…
And just like that he was gone but I forgot to ask for my heart back
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