Death Behind Me

As rain pours down on me, and the darkness seems to take over the night, I begin to remember who brought me here. You would think a man of some sort, but no, not at all.

Instead, a tall, shadowy figure chased me to this alley. I sense he is looking for me now while I hide behind this dumpster full of fear. I smell him coming closer. Not an odor, nor a cologne, but a scent that is condemned.

I shudder not knowing what will happen. The suspense shuns me. Not a moon in the sky. Not a star to wish upon. Not a hope that lives inside me. There is no light for God to find me. Hence, I am none but lost.

A screeching of a nearby cat frightens me. Oh, how I want to run for my dear life. But is my life so dear as I say? How can it be, if I hide from the one who seeks me? Or, do I seek it? How complicated this now becomes.

I remember a thought I had not a day ago. I prayed to wholesome God, whom at which I confided in, that he would take me away. Far from this misery I know am. Far from the wickedness that comes to me. Far from this life.

Ah, but someone else defeat his fulfillment to my wish. That someone lurks behind me now.

Why do I run from my past wish? I cannot want to stay here in this world. What holds me so close to this beloved life at which I loathe? Confusion consumes me along with little strength. Still, I gather myself to face this horrible creature who wants me so.

As I turn gently, I can feel the quirky sense of satisfaction that haunts me. The shadowy figure makes his way closer to me, cornering me so that I am trapped. I do not think I could even movie if I wanted to. But for some unexplainable reason, I did not dare think of it.

The creature is none but an oversized black and yet transparent cloak. The veil that hovers his face is now being lifted. I come to see his eyes of crimson, gleaming in the color of poisoned blood and evil hatred combined as a mixture to make such an immoral being. To even look is a sin unto thy God. But in the sight of twisted behavior, this creature is arrogantly humble.

Staring into the one, whose duty is to fulfill my wish, is not but to my desire. Hopefully, I will be forgotten amongst the mighty and weak. For I lie in neither kind. Nothing can save me now. My bond to thee Dark Lord is now a success.

I no longer breathe.