All alone. Nowhere to hide my sins. Why can I not stop? Clocks are watching me. My time has come. Patiently I am waiting for my last breath to leave my body and float away. At least a part of me would be free. Maybe it is worth dying for. Abandoned by humans, animals and my own body.
The atmosphere is covered by a mist of frostiness and there is no escape. I glance up and see a light. It blinds me. I cover my face with my two hands. They seem unwilling to follow my orders but I manage to make them obey at the end. I am standing. No more running. A bewildering feeling penetrates me. Is that the last moment I will ever see the world around me? I stare at it and wait. I take a peak at myself. I want to remember the moment before I die. I make a step back. The spurt of fire lands on the ground. I guess it is time to surrender.
I smile in irony. The say light represents goodness. In my case, light represents my hunter. I am the pray. I knelled to show a respect out of that strange politeness which got me. I force my self to get up and start walking towards the light. I am proud for one thing though. My judge is a remarkable fireball. No human characteristics. I prefer to be killed by nature than by humans. It is a matter of perception and honor death. I hear the sweet melody of a piano. My heart joins the sound. Its drums it self…and so the rest of my organs.
All of this time, I considered them only as entities, vital to the process of my existence. Now they want to salute me with a bland taste of poetry. This poetry though has no words to speak but it has a sound to echo. Is not music an unwritten and unseen law of expressions? I maybe wrong but please let me be right. You will never see me again. I am like colors erased from a painting. I am getting more delirious, step-by-step. The burnished sphere awaits for me. I bow; inside my mind, several memories rush before my eyes.
Is that semi-god giving me a gift to recall my happy life before my death? I must say, what I sympathy. I open my eyes to show my appreciation for his/her generosity. Surprisingly, it has vanished. Instead, a gigantic mirror is right in front of me. I see my self and wonder. All of my queries halt at one particular part of the mirror. The one where I can observe a halo on my head. While my right eye is concentrated on that, my left eyes changes its track and witness something magical.
Gloomy winds have appeared by my side. I let out a loud laughter. The lord of sin is finally back. Behold, your pray to demise your life is now heard. I am coming…
