I was sitting on a stone floor perfectly made yet worn from time, about me was the sounds of dripping water.
with each echoing drop I tapped a finger, focusing on the sound and on the feel of stone when my finger hit it to tap.
the air was heavy and thick with the scent of a weighted musky moldy damp heat...
above me nothing but a dark void...seemingly held up by pillars that melted into the pitch black nothingness...
from the pillars they watched curious, loyal, unable to believe....the stone faces of each carved figure,
Carefully observing, each action, movement, as one would a fish is a bowl...
I was wear something that hid little...a slender white piece of fabric covering my chest and my lower half....
carved into my flesh symbols, with meanings few could know.
each symbol, each meaning
rooted to the flow of blood that seemed to slowly pour from the cuts....
The stone figures connected to me, these gargolyes of this endless stone hall with the darkness looming above...
they moved closer reaching for me, acheing for me...with some need i can't understand,, a need that seems to have no words only feeling so profound it reaches beyound what is intended and stricks every emotion at once.....
holding that gloriously horrorifyingly sickening feeling deep within the pit of my stomach..
i feel like i'm falling sideways, and then in every direction, the feeling still pulsing in my stomach making me want to wrech with sorrow and scream with joy all a once,
making it self like a feather that is able to shift me lightly from side to side like a swaying motion
but sink me like a rock in water.....
then finally the feeling that teathered me is snapped off so abruptly,
late for a few moments, I'm aware of nothing by floating in the darkness my shell of flesh baring the only light....
a green mantle is draped now over the side of my shoulder trimed with gold...
my flesh now marked with ink instead of blood and open wounds...
floating in the endless void of content nothingness....lost in concusious, unconcusiousness
blissfully so...
I don't know how long i floated there in the darkness...
but soon i felt a light tugging...
and slowly lightly gently was pulled back.
I opened my eyes and was awake in my room
 Lex-Laramire · Mon Aug 15, 2005 @ 07:55am · 0 Comments |
