It was then, I felt it.
Darkness overcame,
and no light seeped through.
All sound was drowned out,
all hell was let in.
Gasping,
I searched for air.
But that too had been tainted.
Lungs crumbling in,
thuds coming fewer,
poison pulsed heavily in mind.
I said my goodbyes.
Hands wavering in the air,
fingers clutching at nothing.
Nothing to hold, nothing to grab.
I let go.
So then I went.
Silently floating, drifiting nowhere.
My soul hopelessly quiet,
hopelessly dead.

By Augustus Waters

June 1, 2013 at 10:58 pm