Shadow Spells

Lost and Found

Sitting,Mourning at my loss
Battle wounds
Still freshly scented upon my sickly pale blood splattered flesh,jagged peeling away towards the Crimson land.
Falling backwards vision marred by pinkish salt water
I watch the fluffy puffs of natural smoke flutter by,
So happily
Oblivious to the chaos
The indescribable violence that occurred not nano seconds before
As I watch the innocent blue atmosphere.
I sense a very small microscopic nano bit of life seems to pull at me
I try to will myself to die
Results of battle, pull at me, yank me down, chaining me
wielding me with their blood aroma to join in the nightmare
to sink steadily underground and rot
As the forgotten fruit I've become
closing my eyes I allow myself to sink willing to die, to be enslaved
anything to numb, dullify this blazing cursed affection for one who is no longer
when in fact it is he who opens my eyes.