Until I had breathed my last I had never thought about my mortality
Now those last few moments I wondered a lot about it through the pain
Death, as I found out, can be a tricky subject now
Even as I felt my heartbeat that last time I knew something was wrong
All I wanted to do was move for a light, or into space, or anywhere else than this body
Damned that I get to be a walking corpse for the rest of eternity. Kill me now!
Framing the new wall in his basement, Marcus was finally content with its positioning. It wasn’t his best work, but because of the urgency to get it done, he was happy with it.
He would have been even happier if Dave hadn’t messed up the old wall, making Marcus do this fix. If the man could have just controlled himself. But no, he had to keep one-upping Marcus. Marcus had warned him there would be consequences, but Dave didn’t care and kept pushing. Now he was gone and left Marcus to fix the problem.
Marcus picked up the first piece of drywall. He tried to wedge it into place, but Dave’s fingers were in the way. “Who knew dead bodies would be so uncooperative.” He chopped off the offending digits, hung the drywall, and chucked the fingers behind it. Good thing he had drained the body.
“Rest in pieces.”
Silence wrapped its hands around her throat
Containing the sounds that wanted to escape
Racing pulse rate filled in the empty soundscape
Except she was the only one to hear it’s percussive note
As the room began to grow gray, then black
Making a noise seemed the least of her concerns
Focus on the lock. Focus on the lock!
Even though Myra could hear the monster coming
As she finally got the combination right, she felt the razor slice her throat
Reality shattered as she felt her life force pulse away
Bashing on the keyboard, programming robot liebehaviors
Living the lie that it will actually work this time
As you change random things in the deluded hope it will fix the problem
Never really believing you will really make things better
Killing all your hope as your mind goes…
Painting his body with bruises
A cacophony of purples and blues
It really was a work of perverted art
Now she needed to dispose of the canvas
Pushing his horse to go faster, Jon peered through the fog
Under the full moon, the fog formed a concealing haze
Muttering under his breath, Jon was forced to slow down
Pelting his head on a branch wouldn’t be much better than getting caught
Killed was killed, no matter which way his head crumbled
It began to clear and Jon could see the old school house. He was almost home
Nathan found Jon’s remains mingled with those of an orange squash on the school’s wall