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Night Obsequy |
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The beginning of the end of something long. We, those pulsating in and around every heartbeat of thought, do not know if the sorrow foretells the soon collapse of all. I hear whispers in the silence that remind me of the view as we spiral downwards into the abyssal. The frighteningly unknown darkness that gets colder and colder below, and the lost things that could have been, now far out of reach.
I Shake the whispers, break their communications and try to focus but I am brought to tears at the hollowness of what they told me. I talk to them, I try to reason but the images are too powerful. The darkness is so vivid that I actually feel my fingertips cold, and this hole inside me seems to drain my warmth.
I Shake the whispers, but it doesn't work. Like they foretold, like we saw, I begin the collapse and permit them to put my emotions in a vice as they force me to watch the most horrific visions. The screams in my head are so loud and so unanimous that I hear nothing. Everyone is screaming at me, looking to me to make it stop but I cannot. On this late night I am hunched over holding my head, and I fail although I try, to rip my jaw away from my skull to clench a scream that would justify the horror in my heart.
Pity, from their screaming faces, pity, from someone above, pity for all the trials that have scarred me, pity for all my failures and late nights of inaction, pity from someone or something, pity to justify for an instant stopping this shattering noise.
My breathing is sporatic as pity betrays me, for I cannot pity me for they do not pity me and I do not forgive me because they look to me for answers. I have failed them, and although I cower to hide from witnessing the result of my failure they hound me during my waking hours and torment me in my dreams. It is my failure, and it seems they will drive me to madness. |
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