My Sanity?
My sanity is gone, and my life's blood has abandoned me as well. My skull eagerly begins to split under the force of the demon's jaws; the winter skies the only witness to an act of such perfect brutality. Have I finally found Death, or is this just the start of yet another illusion to cling to?
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Dark twisting limbs reach ever upward, stabbing into the dim, constant twilight like broken spires.
A swirling mist creeps around the thick stumps, a haunting mass of evanescence.
A tremor travels along my spine as a wild screech shatters the eerie silence, leaving a trail of surrounding echoes in its wake. No way to tell which direction it had originally emerged from...
The echoes cease suddenly, un-naturally.
Maybe it was only the tattered remnants of my tortured mind, constantly reminding me that I'm trapped, held enthrall by this never ending nightmare that I now seem to live in. You see, I can no longer tell when it is I am awake or at rest. The border between dream and reality has blurred to the point that recognition is impossible.
Or just maybe I am awake.
Maybe the unbelievably shrill cry had erupted from the throat of something horrible, something feral and hungry. A beast, ready to tear flesh and lick at bloodstained bones without any warning, without any pity.
A wet warmth brushes at my neck, as if the thing was breathing down my back this very moment, but it disappears as soon as I notice.
...Perhaps it was merely a stray breeze...
Heh. Once again, you see, the last shred of sanity that remains has chosen to speak up. Times are now so few and far between when this old comrade-turned-betrayer graces me with its voice. It seems, however, that this small whisper of reason is becoming weaker. I can't help but let an odd little smile grace my cracked, bloodied lips. Personally, I'd rather die a lunatic. I would think that it would lessen the pain somewhat.
The strange heat has returned, and with it I can hear shallow, gentle rasps as it breathes in and out. I can imagine, in terribly vivid description, a strong spray of crimson elixir staining the freshly fallen snow as a maw of razor sharp fangs crunch into the top of my spinal column, ripping out my vertebra with all the ease of something that was created only to kill. Bloody images dance across my mind’s eye in but a second, and as I quickly turned to stare into the hideous face of what were bound to be my inevitable doom...
I come face to face with nothing at all. No damp warmth on the back of my neck, no rasping gasps. Only dead-silence and bitter cold.
My heart pounded frantically inside of my chest, as if it were an angry caged bird.
A fallen branch snaps to my left, and my eyes dart around in their sockets like a manic rabbit as the orbs attempt and fail to peer though the impenetrable fog.
I think I can just barely make out two ruby red eyes glaring out of the gray abyss like a hell wrought demon. A low growl trickles from its noxious mouth as what appears to be its forked tongue, amazingly long and black, flickers at me in a way similar to a snake.
Adrenaline-laced blood courses through my veins. A voice in the back of my mind screamed at me to run, but the voice was barely even a whisper now. An overwhelming morbid curiosity has won out. I had always wondered what it would be like to die, how the Fate's would have me delivered to them, if there really would be some form of peace for one as ruined as myself. Is there really such thing as perfect darkness and serenity, even in the realm of the dead? The risk is great, but the rewards are tempting...
Strange, that I will gladly suffer a horrendous end at the hands of this devil spawn merely for the answers to a few, granted, rather profound questions.
The snow crunches under the massive talon-like feet of the beast, which is surprisingly bipedal, as it stalks forward to claim its meal. Despite my eagerness to die, I do, of course, reek with fear and surely the scent of it does nothing but entice the dark entity. I may be mad, but I am not a complete idiot.
Above, the flutter of wings seems to be nearly deafening. As I glance up to see the huge flock of black birds gliding past, black dots contrasting perfectly with the off-white sky, the demon lunges forward and eats my eyes clean out of their sockets, the winter skies the only witness to an act of such perfect brutality.
Just as my sanity, my life's blood abandons me. As my skull begins to split under the force of the beast's jaws, I completely renounce my statement concerning my idiocy.
My surroundings fade to black very shortly after, and an even shorter moment after that, the slurping and ripping is drowned out. I seem to have lost all consciousness to this cruel world.
Have I finally found Death?
Or is this just the start of yet another illusion to cling to?
My sanity is gone, and my life's blood has abandoned me as well. My skull eagerly begins to split under the force of the demon's jaws; the winter skies the only witness to an act of such perfect brutality. Have I finally found Death, or is this just the start of yet another illusion to cling to?
`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`
Dark twisting limbs reach ever upward, stabbing into the dim, constant twilight like broken spires.
A swirling mist creeps around the thick stumps, a haunting mass of evanescence.
A tremor travels along my spine as a wild screech shatters the eerie silence, leaving a trail of surrounding echoes in its wake. No way to tell which direction it had originally emerged from...
The echoes cease suddenly, un-naturally.
Maybe it was only the tattered remnants of my tortured mind, constantly reminding me that I'm trapped, held enthrall by this never ending nightmare that I now seem to live in. You see, I can no longer tell when it is I am awake or at rest. The border between dream and reality has blurred to the point that recognition is impossible.
Or just maybe I am awake.
Maybe the unbelievably shrill cry had erupted from the throat of something horrible, something feral and hungry. A beast, ready to tear flesh and lick at bloodstained bones without any warning, without any pity.
A wet warmth brushes at my neck, as if the thing was breathing down my back this very moment, but it disappears as soon as I notice.
...Perhaps it was merely a stray breeze...
Heh. Once again, you see, the last shred of sanity that remains has chosen to speak up. Times are now so few and far between when this old comrade-turned-betrayer graces me with its voice. It seems, however, that this small whisper of reason is becoming weaker. I can't help but let an odd little smile grace my cracked, bloodied lips. Personally, I'd rather die a lunatic. I would think that it would lessen the pain somewhat.
The strange heat has returned, and with it I can hear shallow, gentle rasps as it breathes in and out. I can imagine, in terribly vivid description, a strong spray of crimson elixir staining the freshly fallen snow as a maw of razor sharp fangs crunch into the top of my spinal column, ripping out my vertebra with all the ease of something that was created only to kill. Bloody images dance across my mind’s eye in but a second, and as I quickly turned to stare into the hideous face of what were bound to be my inevitable doom...
I come face to face with nothing at all. No damp warmth on the back of my neck, no rasping gasps. Only dead-silence and bitter cold.
My heart pounded frantically inside of my chest, as if it were an angry caged bird.
A fallen branch snaps to my left, and my eyes dart around in their sockets like a manic rabbit as the orbs attempt and fail to peer though the impenetrable fog.
I think I can just barely make out two ruby red eyes glaring out of the gray abyss like a hell wrought demon. A low growl trickles from its noxious mouth as what appears to be its forked tongue, amazingly long and black, flickers at me in a way similar to a snake.
Adrenaline-laced blood courses through my veins. A voice in the back of my mind screamed at me to run, but the voice was barely even a whisper now. An overwhelming morbid curiosity has won out. I had always wondered what it would be like to die, how the Fate's would have me delivered to them, if there really would be some form of peace for one as ruined as myself. Is there really such thing as perfect darkness and serenity, even in the realm of the dead? The risk is great, but the rewards are tempting...
Strange, that I will gladly suffer a horrendous end at the hands of this devil spawn merely for the answers to a few, granted, rather profound questions.
The snow crunches under the massive talon-like feet of the beast, which is surprisingly bipedal, as it stalks forward to claim its meal. Despite my eagerness to die, I do, of course, reek with fear and surely the scent of it does nothing but entice the dark entity. I may be mad, but I am not a complete idiot.
Above, the flutter of wings seems to be nearly deafening. As I glance up to see the huge flock of black birds gliding past, black dots contrasting perfectly with the off-white sky, the demon lunges forward and eats my eyes clean out of their sockets, the winter skies the only witness to an act of such perfect brutality.
Just as my sanity, my life's blood abandons me. As my skull begins to split under the force of the beast's jaws, I completely renounce my statement concerning my idiocy.
My surroundings fade to black very shortly after, and an even shorter moment after that, the slurping and ripping is drowned out. I seem to have lost all consciousness to this cruel world.
Have I finally found Death?
Or is this just the start of yet another illusion to cling to?
