It hurts, but I’ll never show,
This pain you’ll never know,
If only you could see how lonely and how cold
and how frostbit I’ve become,
my back’s against the wall when push comes to shove,
I can see,
Now it’s just you and me.
My foot sank deeper into the sand, encasing me in a sandy tomb, the suffocating heat of the sand making it harder to breathe. It was in my nose, in my eyes, my mouth, ears and trousers, in my gear, everywhere rising higher and higher.
“Son of Adam, awaken” a voice whispered to me, I could see nothing just pitch darkness.
“Awaken son of Adam, for the daughter of Lilth wishes to see you” the voice urged, now sounding more desperate.
I opened my eyes, I was in a cavern, it smelt like must and was boiling hot, a thick, black, iron gate was in front of me chained tightly blood stained the walls and the floor was covered with bones.
“Who- who are you?” I asked, bewildered. Something struck me, at least I thought it did, grabbing my ankle, it burnt like fire and stung like salt in a wound, like lemon juice in my eyes.
I cried out and jumped back astonished. “Silly mundane, I can fill your head with living nightmares, I can make you scream like I scream, come to me.”
My legs moved as if by magic drawing towards the cell, I breathed faster and faster, Calm down, Sebastian, I told myself, You’ve seen and felt worse I calmed myself as I approached the cell bars.
“Who are you and what do you want” I said irritatedly.
“I am he who shall not be named, and what I want, well that’s easy… You!”
The cut began to burn like hellfire, eating through my skin, lighting my veins on fire, incinerating every nerve in body, I was burning, I fell forward crying out, I was on my hands and knees, I could feel my eyes rolling back inside my head, I rolled into my back spasming violently.
Fire, fire burning bright,
Like a lowly candle light,
All who dwell in dark and sin,
Pray that death be welcoming
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Road Runners
Teen FictionYou had to kill, they had to die, you slit their throats, yet wondered why. The gifted saint, that you once knew, is lying dead, infront of you. And as you watch, wounded retreat, listen to his slow heart beat. The valient soldier, you just slayed, ...
