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[Bonzophuebes1]

A lucid thought

to lucid to be real.

The images are so clear,

my demise so viloent in nature.

 

Thunder crashes,

I feel myself falling.

My heart burns.

I am so cold.

 

As I lay here

images of my past run like a movie.

I have had some good times, some bad times.

Why do we regret things after we have done them?

 

Motionless, a haze covers my eyes.

My heart still burns.

The lights soon turn to blackness.

I am sorry for what I have done.

 

Within the blacknes I can still here

but I cannot move.

Screams cry out from everywhere.

Sounds like my mother beside me.

 

Suddenly I see me,

my mother beside me crying "why"

Her sorrow, I feel it.

What have I done?

 

My body so pale.

2 holes in my heart.

One from lonelyness,

the other from ending my life.

 

Whipped around in circles,

voices call out to me.

What they say is hard to understand

but I feel it is my family asking why.

 

I look back

but I see me no more.

I still here my mothers cries

but there is nothing I can do.

 

I begin to move away

through the dark tunnel that lay ahead.

I walk the path

but I want to go back to me.

 

I hear a voice.

"Welcome" It sounds so pleasant.

My fear eases.

I continue.

 

A hand comes from the darkness.

I take it without apprehension.

It burns, I cannot let go.

I cannot break free.

 

"Welcome" I hear it again.

This time so deep and harsh.

I want to go back.

"Welcome to Hell, boy"!

[downward spiral]

WOW!

 

Very descriptive and scary. Superb.