I’m lying on a coat of withered grass, surrounded by a variety of dried up leaves.
My body immobilized, silently wailing there as it grieves.
I’m lost, in the middle of nowhere, slowly being consumed by darkness.
As my blurred vision is mesmerized by the white light of what looks like a majestic crescent moon.
My breathing is slow, heavy, jagged.
My heart isn’t pumping enough blood that this body desires, leaving it to dry out.
My appearance half dead; with useless dark purple veins rising just beneath the top layer of my gray-pale skin.
In reality, it has only been mere years of nothing, that I’ve been trapped in such a treacherous state.
But my mind speaks otherwise and whispers to every dull cell, that it has been a dreadful eternity.
For the first time, someone full of life gives me an unexpected visit.
The first to come is my longest best friend.
I pray inside that she will free me from this bad position.
But her mocking crooked smirk gives me my answer.
After realization hit me hard, to think that.. Ha! I was only thinking like a fool!
Why must one beg freedom to the one who cast them Prisoner?
She wasn’t there to take the pleasure in saying her long waited Greeting.
Nor did she come to finally free me and let me be in peace.
She only came to announce her expected fair-well.
And by doing that, she slowly pierced me with a sharp bladed dagger, without even the slightest flinch.
The pain in all is little but very painful.
It stings horribly every time, symmetrical with the rhythm of my breathing.
Simply, she gets up and walks away, not daring to take a look backwards.
Her image slowly fading away in the darkness, until there’s absolutely nothing left of her to see.
The visits and pure rejections become a routined cycle where a new pretty face comes every now and then.
And again I’m stuck with the same fate; I am pierced with yet another Silver Dagger.
My body is numb, my nerves dead.
Yet me as a whole, I an not dead nor am I fully alive.
Like an Original Vampire, who cannot be killed with simple daggers in its heart;
I painfully live squeezed in between blissful life and bitter death.
The days are long and the hours are even longer.
Dumbfounded, I chant nothing else other than pleas for help.
As if those are the only words my dried up cracked lips can mutter.
My thoughts forever revolve around the one and only key question;
why did they trap me in this state without even a word of explanation?
Surely I haven;t wronged our friendship in any way..
It was you all who killed it with one single shot of nonsense.
I know that I am not immortal so I patiently wait in vain.
For the moment I can forgive them for keeping me prisoner here.
And for playfully piercing me with all these annoying sharp bladed daggers.
I’ll continue waiting as I lie here lifeless;
simply just for those moments to stroll by in my direction.
