Still Falling: Chapter 1

Still falling,

next to this mountain of reality,

not knowing what is real and what is not,

black shards of razor sharp edges of the world piercing my skin,

digging deeper into the flesh,

awakening my pain receptors,

and the pain that seeps through the partial insanity,

makes me scream a silent scream.

Through the tears i see the shadows moving,

and the walls are closing in,

eternal imprisoment in the court,

where there is no witnesses, no prosecutor, no judge.

Blood trails float upwards,

as the shards tear my skin and flesh apart,

tendril and cord at the time,

the blood boiling chains that are tied to my heart,

(the chains, that led me on this downwards spiral damnation)

start to break apart,

as i'm ripped from my soul.

On the shore of molten rage pools of Argon'naah,

i wonder,

am i the emissary of pain and suffering?

Crimson gaze of hatred awakens me from the nightmare,

and i realize,

this 2-dimensional shadow i see before me,

is partial manifestation of my crimes,

bound to me to hunt me down,

and to drive me over the thin line between life and death.

Never again shall i see the sunlight in your smile?

Never again shall i cherish your friendship?

Never again shall i smell your intoxicating scent?

Never again shall i hold your body against mine?

As i began fall,

the greatest sacrifice yet again eluded me,

all i needed to evade this hell,

was to surrender to you,

and the reason why,

is this mortal stupidity,

for the reason is,

i still love you.

The silver tears,

that float among the blood,

my last hopes engraved to the surfaces of each tear,

and eclipsed by the gurgling sound in my throat,

i can see time slowing down,

before ethereal fingers enter my pupil,

and with burning pain i'm rendered blind.

Choking in the heavy air of the dark side,

as the lances of sorrow and torment slowly grinds against my bones,

is this unbearable pain real,

or is it just a slowly starting beginning?

Still falling,

at the edges of reality,

a infinite spire streched so far where i can't see,

and the mirror image of my mortal soul,

shatters in the stale air of this place.