The Dweller

A crispy pane of snow embroidered my silhouette as my teeth clattered like a shattered plate. The cold tore my ears of clamping my blue hands in paralysis. My inescapable final turn of my fate was nearing, knotting my soul to the marble pillars of heaven which rested abysmally on the white foam that patched up the sky like a ruined painting. The Adrenaline which motivated me to pursue my endeavours seeped out of the ever-growing futility that forced an open hole in my willpower like a shadow creeping under my skin weaving my eventual demise into me; like the lightning you see before it had roared you a final tune hurling your spirit into heaven.

Shuttering closed my eyes were held open by the last threads of light which shone into my pupils, slicing down the chances of my survival into certain oblivion. Jagged streaks of my doom surged through the veins of the sky which were interlocked with the blood that flowed through my body striking on my legs, then my chest and finally my head. Dark marks were seared into me as if loose bolts had fallen out of them. But my hope still drove on even when my time had come to wish the world goodbye and I trudged through the blanket of ice that polished the earth. And as my heart dulled and with exhaustion beated tiresome through me one last time I collapsed. As the remnants of my broken body was slowly engulfed by the nature which surrounded me.

My death had left no resemblance and so I wandered through the air my wailing resonated in the night when the world had hidden all traces of sound, and I dwell within the haven of darkness which curls up in the mysterious corners of the planet housing the unknown and well forgotten. Seldom I am driven mad as I meticulously stare at the scrupulous hands of my destroyed parents as their soothing voices carefully lay wrapped around my memories. Hoping one day I would meet them again.