Three pillars sustain me as I stand upon them
With a mighty flash and with a thunderous crackle
They fall apart
I fall alongside
The dust is consistent
The rubble fog suffocates me
My body battered
I feel the rubble all around
I scan through the destruction and desolation
A barren wasteland
As I lie
I pray for my senses to fade
But they remain
Tormenting me:
I feel the essence of sadness
Deaths ghastly presence clawing into:
My skin and into my spine, tingling, and into my soul
The darkness is streaming from every corner
Like a cataclysmic storm other head
Covering the world in which no life can exist
The smell of betrayal looms in the suffocating fog of gravel and concrete
The pillars are broken
I lay there
Motion less
I Witness Death’s mighty scythe strike the center
Darkness shriveling the other pillar
The final pillar turns to dust
And the others now follow
The object of life disappears into the dark abyss that is my soul
Shadow of unknown demons piercing
Menacing beasts screeching
Slashing at my mind
Today I die
