Come, Reaper!
Come, Reaper,
Come take my soul away.
Away from this madness,
Away from this pain…
Come, Reaper,
Come take my soul away…
It was quite easy, actually… at least that is how it seemed to be until that very moment. But it would have been harder then I expected.
I stared at the sharp tip laying pierced into my flesh, yet supported by the force exerted by my own subconscious – I had begun. But something took hold of me… another force would not allow me to lower the blade across my arm and snatches the knife, throwing it right across the room. I feel my temples pounding and my rabid heart seemed as though it would jump in any moment right out of my chest. My blood is boiling and I can taste its bittersweetness on the tip of my tongue.
“What are you doing?!” – my consciousness kept asking; without giving it an answer, I throw myself against the humid, cold wall scenting the shiver of death awaiting the time. I backed off… once again. The wound would join the other scars of my past attempts.
It was as if I was afraid of dying, although I am quite familiar with the afterlife. No! This time it was the pain I was afraid of, though it usually gives me pleasure. This time I was afraid to admit it scared me. It was the only deadlock I kept hitting on my way to absolute freedom, to oblivion.
