Diary of a Forgotten Beggar

3. Loss

Imagine a world devoid of love-

A truth ,
Never to be felt by the pure of heart-

A face,
Never to be gazed upon by a mirror polished-

A Sweet Melody,
Never to be heard by the Unlniverse-

A Shadow- Begotten by the Silhouette

Only damnation awaits the crooked dagger which rests in the palm of Death

It's dark

I open my eyes and see nothingness.

The air around me is thick with the pungent smell of burning flesh. I can feel the crisp air brush my skin as a breeze whips over me. I am here. This is no dream. But why cant I see?

I can hear faint cries in the distance. Someone is in deep indescribable pain. That is real. I can hear it. The cries continue. Then silence.

I hear rustling behind me and turn suddenly to find.... Nothing? I swear I heard something. A wave of fear engulfs my entire being. I need to find a way out of here. I started to walk. Groping the air as I move toward the direction of the cries. Maybe I'll find a answer there. The fear rises again, this time more intense than before. Why am I afraid?

After what felt like eternity, driven by the rising fear, forcing my body to move with all my will lest I be driven mad by the fear that has become sentient. I can hear it calling my name. Its voice was unlike anything I have ever heard. Inhuman. Mere words would not he able to describe the sounds. Yet it called. Tempting me. Toying with me. It wants me to become it.

I hastened forward and a short while later I realised that the air began to clear and vision was restored. I stopped and for the first time I saw the land. It was barren. Rocky. A few mountains were visible in the background. The air was contaminated with what looked like... smoke? That would explain the smell of burn. But burning flesh? How in heavens name had I been able to discern that much? Before I could grasp anything further a sound from behind me made me jump. I spun around with my fists up our of instinct but to my relief it was a little kitten. Strange that it made no sound. I walked toward it and bent down and was staring at abomination.

Its eyes were crimson and glowing. Its face was distorted in ways I cannot describe. Its fur was matted and patches all over. There was a deep gash on the side of its head and blood was slowly oozing out. Its nose was full of maggots, eating away at its flesh. Its paws were not paws, they were bone. Burnt black. Claws protruding from the place where its nails should have been. It looked at me and opened its mouth. Teeth were layered in 3 parts. Jagged edges closely resembled that of a shark. Its tongue was pointed akin to a snake.

I could only take in that much before a deep, terrifying groan came from its throat. It then stood on its hind legs. Fore legs spread upward. It tilted its head to the side and it spoke.

"You! A feeble mind beyond the ether! You! A scowling worm with insatiable hunger! You! Hands of bone and flesh burn in the abyss! You! Broken, desecrated soul of torment! Your eyes are cursed with the seed of lament! Heart which shall never beat to the drum of truth! A Curse, given by the Throne of Disease! Limbo is your life lost! Forgotten by the warmth of breath! Never again will your hunger be satiated! Your desires, your needs, your wants, all serve the throne of Disease!"