Beyond the Living

Beyond the living. Sadness crawls. Behind the blackest hole. Drowns sorrow. Where the dead memories fades to grey. Thunders the end to time. Which will be mine. I am surrounded. By six sided solar spirals. Which wants in. I do know. Where the story begins. From inside. Where my soul hides. In the coldest part next to my heart. There is no place left for pride. My pain threatens my sanity. Dark emotions feeds of vanity. Agony succumbs. Murderous thoughts start to vanish. Black shadows are shading me. Ice cold shivers sliver down my spine. Rusted metal infused by bones. The touch to her arrival. I can feel her claws on my skin. I am being held. I am in the arms of Death. She smells. Lovely. Fragranced with decay. She smells fresh from the dead. Vertigo is the cause. Of my blindness. Blood flows rivers down my arms. Lifeless hand free the blade. Silver taints the red riddled floor. She whispers into my ear. She wants me to follow her. Where the screaming starts. Where nothing ever stops. I refuse. But I do as she say.