~~~Dry Tears~~~
An explanation of what death feels like. It came to me in a dream. Not my fault if you don’t want to know what death is. All I’m saying is, it felt real to me.
1) If you enter a room going no where, where do you end up?
2) What if your solution to the problem is another problem?
1) Seeing the light at the end of a tunnel, a room with No Beginning and No End.
2) The problem is life, the solution to the problem is death, but the next problem is leaving the living.
Here is a description of what to expect; something you never expected.
Her heart pulsed with the last breath she took She entered the zone of the unknown. Her eyes flickered with the song of angles; all she could hear were bells. A dark room presented itself to her. Unmasking the truths of the Universe. She wondered why they were doing this, why her mind was slowly decaying.
She wept dry tears that clearly floated against the black covers around her. Her feet felt cold to them, her heart was still warm, no blood pushed itself through her veins. A small dove flew to her aid. It mended any doubts she had about this place. A crooked window swallowed her, crunching her into the stars. The black covers faded into many colors before sewing themselves to her body. Her skin was no longer protecting her, it had decayed with her mind.
The muscles in her face tightened over her skull, until they to were stretched to far, they snapped and fell off her bones to settle at the bottom of the covers. Her feet were no longer cold, for the warm blood from her heart harbored them in the sea of muscle at the bottom.
Her life was slipping through the small holes in the covers, they became smoke. It looked as she was attached to string hanging there in nothing but the many colors. Her imagination abandoned her, it spilled over her empty eye sockets and flushed into the blood.
The strings were cut as the covers opened at the bottom, the blood and muscle fell with her, enveloping her lightly as they fell, and her crumbling bones fell hard into the sea below her. It splashed onto the colors turning them cold, they to fell behind her. They dropped beside her feet.
Overlooking the screen her bones slowly drowned in the blood, they disappeared and the crooked window withdrew, now all that was left was darkness and dry tears.
2) What if your solution to the problem is another problem?
1) Seeing the light at the end of a tunnel, a room with No Beginning and No End.
2) The problem is life, the solution to the problem is death, but the next problem is leaving the living.
Here is a description of what to expect; something you never expected.
Her heart pulsed with the last breath she took She entered the zone of the unknown. Her eyes flickered with the song of angles; all she could hear were bells. A dark room presented itself to her. Unmasking the truths of the Universe. She wondered why they were doing this, why her mind was slowly decaying.
She wept dry tears that clearly floated against the black covers around her. Her feet felt cold to them, her heart was still warm, no blood pushed itself through her veins. A small dove flew to her aid. It mended any doubts she had about this place. A crooked window swallowed her, crunching her into the stars. The black covers faded into many colors before sewing themselves to her body. Her skin was no longer protecting her, it had decayed with her mind.
The muscles in her face tightened over her skull, until they to were stretched to far, they snapped and fell off her bones to settle at the bottom of the covers. Her feet were no longer cold, for the warm blood from her heart harbored them in the sea of muscle at the bottom.
Her life was slipping through the small holes in the covers, they became smoke. It looked as she was attached to string hanging there in nothing but the many colors. Her imagination abandoned her, it spilled over her empty eye sockets and flushed into the blood.
The strings were cut as the covers opened at the bottom, the blood and muscle fell with her, enveloping her lightly as they fell, and her crumbling bones fell hard into the sea below her. It splashed onto the colors turning them cold, they to fell behind her. They dropped beside her feet.
Overlooking the screen her bones slowly drowned in the blood, they disappeared and the crooked window withdrew, now all that was left was darkness and dry tears.
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