I could feel the world slipping away. Darkness consumed me, shadows intertwining and enclosing me. I could feel them, the shadows, dancing around me, touching me, embracing me. My realm was now absent of light, sound, and substance. My body was fading, slipping, becoming one wiht the shadows, I tried to speak, but I could not. I tried to run, but I could not move. I was trapped fading from existence. My mind wandered and slowly I found myself wandering, through shadow and stone. I found myself, my body, my mind, all that was once me.
I found myself once again with substance. My eyes worked, but I wish they hadn't. I saw my surroundings and cringed; I was surrounded by towering ominous stone walls. The room was lit by a single flame in the center of the room, burning dimly in a brazier. I tried to move, but I was shackled to the wall. I tried to wrest my arms free but the shackles only tightened. I looked up to see the ceiling, but I couldn't. all I could see was darkness, and meat hooks hanging from an apparent nowhere. The meat hooks were stained with blood and dried entrails. I tried to look away but my gaze was locked. I watched as figure crawled down out of the darkness. It looked as though it may have looked like a man at one point in time, but that time had long since past. I tried to see its legs, but all I could see was a long stretch of body, twisted and mangled. It crawled with out the use of its hands, and in each hand was a crude half rusted sickle. It looked to me, its jagged rows of teeth glistening in the light of the single flame. I cried out as lound as I could, but it only came back as a demented echoe of a laugh. In a flash I felt the scrape of metal through my forehead and chest. I could feel blood dripping across my body, and falling to the floor in pools. I could feel hooks through my ribs, and skull, but that was all. I could feel no pain. I felt the sickening tuging sensation as I was ripped from the wall, braking free of my shackles. I felt myself as I was once again dragged into darkness, consumed once again. And once again, I felt myself dancing with the shadows. I lashed out maddly and violently as the shadows took hold of me. I could feel my will succumbing to them. My mind, heart, and soul darkened with every touch.
Finally as my the last of my will was broken, and all hope had faded, a light broke through, turning away the sweet kiss of death. I gazed longingly at the light, it beckoned to me. I was mesmerized by its beauty. It dazzled me, and entranced me, holding me in its warm light. I reached to it, but as I did, the wound in my chest began to burn warningly. The closer I got, the more it burned, till finally I turned away, and the light left me. The light began to fade, until it was all but gone from my realm. I tried to return to the light, but I could not. I wanted to cry. I wanted to hurt. I wanted to return to the light, but I was already a shadow to it.
Now I sit in my realm of darkness and shadows. Gazing at the light. Sitting in darkness with the shadows, my shadows. All because I could not over come the pain of my own past wounds, and take a gamble once again on the light. [ 08-01-2002: Message edited by: Guy with Shotgun ]
[ 08-01-2002: Message edited by: Guy with Shotgun ]
