Death was always there.
I could hear it's footsteps stalking behind me,
Its eerie presence filled the air around me.
I could hear the scraping of its scythe
The sound deafened me as it dragged along the floor.
It caused the hairs on the back of my neck to rise,
And my skin became overrun with goosebumps.
I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out
It was like I was stuck in a persistent trance,
The only way out was to give in.
And over time I came to realise it would always be there.
No matter how hard I tried to rid myself of the idea,
Its ethereal presence became almost comforting to me
And the sound of its sharpened scythe
Created cursed music to my lustful ears.
Its warm presence filled the empty air around me,
And embraced me;shrouding me like a blanket
Parting me of all my worries and stress
It felt good,maybe a little more than it should
I knew this feeling wouldn't ever last,
For alas it seemed death too had to part.
It left me there,feeling all alone.
Oh how I longed to be comforted again,
To feel warm and safe all over again.
When at last,my life-long dream came true,
The harmonious music poured into my ears
And abnormal feelings of pure happiness and joy
Suddenly erupted from somewhere deep down in my heart.
To achieve this paradise took one small step,
And that was ,for me,to jump over the edge.
