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Death. A strange word. A powerful word. How can such a small word, have such a fervent reaction with the human race. I always knew death would be inevitable. How long can one heart beat without getting weary? How long can one retrieve wounds to the heart, without it finally crying out in defeat? Lifetimes of emotional suffering cannot befall a person without it leaving its presence. I knew this all, so why was I surprised when the arms of death came to claim me. It was the first time I had ever felt truly alive, my death. Centuries, upon centuries I had walked through the crowd, nothing more than a wisp of smoke hanging from a thread of never changing life. Never feeling. Never knowing. Never being. My deal with death had long since been twisted. Pain had been my enemy for far too long, as had warmth, love, hate and even my own sanity. When death came for me I knew he had arrived immediately. I felt my heart beat once again as it pumped the coursing blood through my veins. A torrent of feelings struck me in that moment. The solid feeling of actually existing, my flesh formed again, blood warming my skin from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. The ability touch, yet nobody there. To move my limbs, to brush my eyelashes against my cheek, to feel the wind in my hair! Yet to feel again, I must feel the pain I had once evaded, once travelled the pits of hell to avoid. Instead of cringing away, I embraced the pain, every wound I had ever retrieved. My efforts were of course wasted, but I did not want to turn my back on death now. My heart was beating at an alarming rate, as if it new its beats were numbered. The iron grasp of deaths hands squeezed down on my chest, my ribs crushed upon my lungs, I gasped releasing my last and only breath. It was not the death I would have wanted, but then what death could a person wish to receive. I’d like to think I would have been a hero, if my fate had chosen a different path for me. Would I have jumped in front of a bullet to save a friend? I’d like to think I would have, but who knows when not faced with the choice. The blackness was approaching now and the dizziness. I forced myself one glance at my old enemy death, as he opened his arms to me I eagerly accepted, and disappeared into the darkness with my new friend death.
Death
lalaluvs added this comment 2008-08-19 19:07:05-05:00
omg that is totally awesome. you are such a great writer!!!!
lostfairy added this comment 2008-10-20 15:40:43-05:00
omg nic ur sogood at writting i love it
lalaluvs added this comment 2008-08-19 19:07:05-05:00
omg that is totally awesome. you are such a great writer!!!!
lostfairy added this comment 2008-10-20 15:40:43-05:00
omg nic ur sogood at writting i love it