For the Love of God, Here I Am

I am lying on my back, staring to the deepest darkness of my mind, looking at my ugly little soul begging for death. My body is as heavy as the stone my heart is made of. I am here, with stomach full of blood and tears my eyes cried out, and I am slowly sinking to hell. My head is burning, watery eyes melting and as I am trying to scratch my rottening skin, my fingers start to tingle, but my hands can't move. The body is dying, it's not me anymore. However, it can still hear things. Something is coming. The sound of soft paws on the floor calming my soul, the only thing that's left of me. The body's scared, it feels something awful moving inside its guts. It wants to run away so bad, but it can not. I am waiting for it to come, to save me. I want to feel what it's like to be dead, I need to get to know my savior, the knight coming to help me. He's finally here, and as his enormous hand is touching my chest, pouring magma on my heavy heart, I smell the beautiful light scent of his heavy breath. The sweet rotten smell fills the body, fills my entire mind with one thought: he's dying just like me. And then the huge, soft hand smashes the body's heart and breaks it into pieces so small, nothing can ever fix it. My body dies slowly with a taste of lovely torture on its lips, while my soul escapes the horror of living with my sins. That's how I am saved.

-M-