Running for safety from the beast.
I find my body hidden in the dark corners of his fingernails.
The stinging mist of the savage beasts breath
Slices my throat like a thin blade.
Thick sweet blood flows like a waterfall.
My days are numbered.
I am down to one.
I cry for help.
My life is just about through.
Lying face down in his hand.
I am helpless.
The beasts breath has come for me again.
This time, shriveling my whole body.
My sould escapes.
Flying free for the last time.
Once more, I cry for help.
And once more, my cries are unheard.
High above this creatures head
Soars my soul.
Free and safe.
So I thought.
His head arches back
An earpiercing screech echos off the walls of the dungeon.
What was once my soul
Is now withered and falling from the nothingness of above.
Landing next to my cryptic body.
My lifeless eyes look up,
Finding nothing but darkness.
Fright enters my soul.
I can feel it.
It is cold and alone, my soul.
So it crawls inside of my lifeless body.
Together, we fly to the darkest and deepest pits of this hell.
Far beneath us, is the savage beasts breath trying to reach us.
Without success.
We fly to a dark corner and die. Alone.
Cold.
Helpless.
Frightened.
Nothing.
~JLD~
Beasts travel through the wires of existence in everyone's mind.
Tearing off pieces of my thoughts, devouring every taste.
Smacking lips of green despair, pulling loose thoughts to find.
Never seeing reality, this beast has no time to waste,
Beating down upon my eyes.
Bloodthirsty and hungry for all and one.
Craving every bit of peace--through lies.
Finding me desperate--nothing here but me alone.
Devine beasts with wicked scales
Leaving me to fight for hope.
Screaming rages, breathless wails.
Crying, fighting. I've found a rope.
Not a rope--a deadly noose.
Slipped around my neck for peace.
Allowing all y thoughts to be loose.
Giving my soul its' last release.
As my breath disappears
So do my last fighting tears.
When they leave, my soul is torn.
My beasts return, my body worn.
Bloodhungry beasts crave for more.
I am gone, but they live on.
They were mine all along.
Now I'm dead, and they are free.
To torture helpless souls like mine.
Free to roam and fine a tree
To pull from it, life for thine
To live off of and be whole.
For if they die, they have no soul.
~JLD~