WHISPERS
An illusion.
Its voiceless stench clogs the center of my core. Black, shadowy claws spreading from the inside out. Yet it is an illusion.
A dark, powerful and dangerous emotion. So strong that I feel its touch. Feel its existance. Know its strenghths and weaknesses. Know its main purpose. Its stand point. Yet I cant control it. Its wings like those of an eagle. sowing high above the clouds of rational thinking. lives akin to those of a cat. Yellowish eyes screaming torment. Ageless centuaries of pain and agony. A parasite.
The fear of ending up in one of those vulnerable, woody, cold coffins.
It is the way of all men. But the fear too much to reason out with. A white, cold corpse. Drained of blood. Dead organs that used to function to the amazement of the elites of human anatomy.Death's infinite embrace. A body that life ran away from. Left for the celebration in the maggot world.The feast of feasts. Turning flesh and bone into chaff . Unrecognizable grey ash that cant spell out who I ever was.
The fear of losing my life.