Knocking on the doors and walls of my empty soul is the eternal messenger, Death. This hollow room that i have called my home is giving way to the winds of time and now a slight draft of darkness slowly fills the empty space. It won't be long until my walls collapse and bear my empty soul to the world outside. Eyes watching and waiting for my shell to break so that they can see the weakness and pain of this man.
Born in flesh so shall i die in flesh, naked and stripped of all strength, respect, and pride. These times come to try men's souls, unfortunately my soul has been tested and beaten until the walls bear witness to my trials.
Fading light is giving way to dancing shadows and overwhelming darkness. Consumed by darkness and torn apart by the demons dwelling within the shadow, i crumble. On the ground i melt into the earth and my lungs fill with soot from the the fires of hell. My shelter has fallen and i am left weeping beneath the remains. So close to Death but not close enough to succumb to His wooing fragrance, i reach for the light. My fingers, weak from my eternal struggle, cannot grasp the cracks of light that filter through the dust.
A cold wind grabs me and drags me deeper into the darkness. From there i submit to the cold, generous hands of Death.
