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I am become Death.
Topic Started: Nov 16 2016, 08:41 PM (50 Views)
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You find yourself stumbling awkwardly in the dark of your kitchen, the cold linoleum floor sending shivers up your spine as your bare feet press down one at a time. Your hand shakes, your vision blurs, the handle on the refrigerator is just a chrome mass as you clutch it and pull. There in the brightness of the belly of the beast is the sweet nectar you crave, the amber liquid that dulls the feelings too painful to feel.

Silently you speak to yourself just another sip before bed, maybe a second to take the edge off, trying desperately to ignore the emotions that well up inside of you like a twisted and tangled garden hose.

Eventually you quit lying to yourself and just take the bottle with you back to your empty bedroom, trying hard to ignore the faded outlines on the walls where memories once hung. However the room around you begins to change, at first you do not notice, too involved with your own feelings of self hatred but by the time you reach the bedroom it is quite clear all is not right in your world.


”My son.”


My booming baritone voice startles you as you turn round and round looking for the source and finding none. You try to regain your footing but the alcohol flowing through your blood stream has disrupted your equilibrium past the point of no return and so you fall.

And fall.

And fall.


”You long for the warm embrace of death.”

“I can see it in your eyes.”

“Smell it on your breath.”

“It disgusts me to see you throwing your life away.”

“With every sip of drink.”

“And every long look down the barrel of a gun.”

“Just waiting for oblivion to take you.”

“There is so much life to live.”

“So much to see and experience.”

“You pine over a single loss.”

“When what you wish to lose is the ability to love again.”


Your body thuds hard against a cold concrete floor, dust kicks up around you and momentarily clogs your air passage ways, a coughing fit ensues as you try to regain control of your extremities.

”I have sacrificed everything for you.”

“Sacrificed so you wouldn’t have to.”

“And still you beg me for more.”

“You beg me for answers.”

“You beg me to change the past.”

“You beg me to shape the future.”

“You beg me for a second chance.”

“Then you beg me for death.”

“You do not deserve it.”

“Any of it.”

“You have not earned it.”

“You willfully waste your life.”

“You toy with death.”

“And have the audacity to come crawling to me for help.”

“What more do you want from me?”

“I gave you this world.”

“I gave you free will.”

“I GAVE YOU LIFE!”

“And you threaten to end it.”

“So why should I help you?”


My pale talon like hand reaches out for you, my abnormally long nails digging into the palm of your hand as I pull you back to your feet. As you stand I remove the bottle from your other hand and discard it into the darkness, it shatters in the distance.

”Abel Essex.”

“You could have been one of my disciples.”

“You could have been one with me.”

“My son standing by my side as we cleanse this world.”

“But you chose darkness.”

“Depression.”

“And hatred.”

“You chose to keep yourself locked up inside your mind.”

“Hating the world around you.”

“Blaming everyone but yourself.”

“It is not my fault your wife left you.”

“It is not my fault you cannot rise out of the shadows.”

“It is not my fault.”

“It is yours my son.”

“Perhaps if you took the time to open your eyes.”

“To see the world which you made.”

“You would have the strength to change it.”

“This world is only impacted by what you do.”

“You cannot control others.”

“Their decisions.”

“Their actions.”

“But you can control yours.”

“By living for more than yourself.”

“Fighting for more than yourself.”

“You could make a better.”

“Brighter future.”

“You could have the life you dream of.”

“If only you were strong enough to fight for it.”


You look me in my black eyes, the void to my soul and see only darkness. It unnerves you how coldly I regard you, there is no love, no concern, no feeling what so ever toward your existence. You merely “are” to me, like a tree or a building, you simply exist in my presence.

”But you have given up fighting.”

“You only wish for death.”

“You beg me for it.”

“Like everything else.”

“And because you are my son.”

“Because I love all my creations on some level.”

“This one wish I can grant.”

“Goodbye.”


Without hesitation I plunge a long knife with a black handle hilt deep into your gut.

”My son.”

Blood pools in your throat as you struggle to find something to say but there are no words. This is what you asked for and so this is what you have been given. You search my eyes for some semblance of emotion and there in the far reaches of the void you see regret. Regret over what your life could have been and regret for what you allowed it to become.

”There was no saving you.”

The bright light that could have been your life fades until there is nothing and you are gone…
Edited by GOD, Nov 16 2016, 08:51 PM.
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