Purgatory

by Elizabeth Ann   Dec 9, 2004




No pain came with my passing. Only life without warmth seemed it could torment me.

Surrealism, imagine...a sharp radiation that set dimensions to extinct each other. Leaving one black hole so dark it became a shadowed sun. And as bright as one thing could be, this was its ultimate reverse.

My stark eyes became bothered at this stark confliction, and already my mouth ran red when my teeth tore into the predator that had aimed me for it’s victim.

In this hell I vowed to punish it. Leaving the ranks of demons crazed. As helpless to stop me as I was to leave.

If this was to be my fate I would outlast...

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  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Another great, dark snapshot in a soul's conflicted existence.