The tall figure
In a long black gown
Covered face
Cold breath
Is taking me away
To a better place
Farther than here
With the sickel he holds
It will guide me to hell
Walking a dark path
Nothing around at all
No bodies, no voices
No silent screams
To the gate he unlocks
I feel the melting heat
Pressing up against my face
Whispers telling me to leave
That all pain shall perish
In the enlightening flames
So I take a step forward
The temperature rising
I picture the crimson walls
Dripping a stream of red
I can feel the blood trickle
Down my arm
Through torn ripped skin
I picture the blade
The smoothe feel
As it slides across my arms and throat
Remembering my past
The name calling, the hurt
I can hear the words they spoke
The image re-winds in my mind
Soon water is formed
Slowly running down my cheek
Some thing calls my name
As I look around
I see those who have left before me
Calling me to follow
So I wipe my tears
And forget my past
Take a step forward
And let the faded souls carry me
I lift into the air
Feeling so free
The heated air going past me
Feeling warmth on my face
Through my body
It carries me
I spread my arms out
And fall into this dark haven
Closing my eyes
The faded shadows fade away
I wake up
To a dark room
I notice this room
I've been here before
It's my...
room...

 
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