Flashing lights
Shooting stars
Cold air licking against cold skin
Rain pattering onto the pavement
A sorrowful song thick in the air
A prayer in my heart
Thick on my tongue
Metal coating my mouth and splintering into my bones
Shredding cartilage and decimating dreams, hopes, lives but never love and never memories
Clothes damp as the chill began to sink in
Ears ringing above the deathly silence
Screaming to hear something other than the haunting white noise
A familiar voice, a familiar face
There was nothing.
Nothing but the spinning world.
Moving, rocking as my soul climbed higher
Higher
Higher as my body descended six feet into the earth
Gasping, wheezing, choking as silver chains sunk into me
Breathing became harder as I told myself this wasn't it.
There was more
Lights flashed in the distance
Bright lights that shone like stars
I was ascending
Rising even as I clung to the cold streets and begged for warmth
The moon was watching, the stars blinking, the sun waiting
Was this it?
I was light and heavy, living but...
No, this wasn't it
I told myself this wasn't it, even as I felt my life's essence ooze from me.
My body was heavy like lead
But my mind was sharp even as it struggled for oxygen
My stomach spasmed as my heart pumped furiously
Lights blazed in the distance
Blue and red as my red smeared upon black
The sky hung over me like a heavy blanket
Watching me languidly as a meteor shot across the sky
I tried to fight it, to breathe through the inevitability because this wasn't it
But it was
Pale light stretched out to me
Welcoming me into its holy gates
Blinding light yanked me away from the endless darkness
The screeching noises
Pulse sinking and flatlining into the pale gold abyss
Another name
Another child
Another star disappearing into the endless bitter night
A life lost to the cold streets as blue and red flashed against the pretty city lights.
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This is just something that came to me while I was at work and thought to share it with you guys.
The song Selah by Emile Sandé and all the recent murders in London were the inspiration behind it.
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